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They orbited towards Dain, so thick and dense that after a few seconds, all I could see were the starry expanse of his eyes, and the whiteness of his teeth.
“Darkness, capital ‘D,’ and darkness, lowercase, are two very different things.” He explained, not at all fazed by my mistake. A flutter began low in my stomach as I settled into the armchair, nestling in the blanket that smelled strongly of Dain. How easy it felt sitting here with him. So easy that it wouldn’t be hard to picture this as my room, his bed as our bed. I shook the tempting thoughts from my head, covering my torment with curiosity. “The Darkness and the White Bull are one in the same, manifestations of the purest form of evi
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