Stealing Her
she whispers, fear stripped down to bone.
I study her for a long heartbeat: her pale skin, flushed cheeks, lips trembling. She looks younger here than I've ever seen her. "I'll be back before you know it," stepping closer I promise, my fingers find the hair at her nape, and I gently lift head up my voice is soft, possessive. "I won't let anything happen to you, amore. I swear."
I stroke her hair as she blinked at me
"Stay, please," she mumbles, her hands clenching at the table
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