LARAThe first time I saw Elijah Roosevelt, he was bleeding out on my table and smiling about it. When I tell you he was smiling, I don't mean a grin or a grimace…that might be used to hide pain, no. I meant he gave a slow smile that spread across his face, like he was really enjoying this. On his torso, there were lots of lacerations. Some of them were fresh, but some, were like…old, and these lacerations were done methodically. Like…the injuries lined up to form a heart shape on his torso. What the fuck? I leaned closer to examine it. Someone had deliberately and carefully done this to him. I looked at his vitals and it was… weird. His heart rate read just fine, but his pupils were blown in a way that had nothing to do with concussion. His breathing was controlled, almost pleasured. He wasn't in distress.He was enjoying it, the sick bastard. I should have noticed his face first. His body. The obvious, impossible beauty of him. But what stopped me was his eyeswhiskey-dark, fram
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