“This isn’t real” she kept repeating to herself “This is a nightmare. XXNX She took a short breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door. Leaning in to smell the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the house, bar a couple of rooms (“The master bedroom and his study, which I’m sure you’ll respect the privacy of”), all of which had the same vintage ‘museum-y’ vibe to them. His cheery demeanour was no longer present. “Princesssssssssss. . . . . . . . . . . . . …” Read 28881 times |
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But not far. A hunger. His mouth opened wide. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his grip firm. Her eyes widened as she saw the thinner vines
