bruises

“I admit, it was a kneejerk reaction,” John shivered. We were both nearly naked and dripping wet. The dive I took into the frozen lake was an accident, and John did his best to rescue me. He had a conscience after all. It was his fault that I broke in, in the first place. So he pulled me out, brought me back to the mansion. The blanket I had on my shoulders started itching. I hoped his itched as well.

“I’m on the highway to hell,” I blared and carried on with the CPR.

You can’t argue about beauty, but this hideous thing put on a mask and mugged beauty, spit in the eye and kicked it in the teeth.

He was the seventh clone – Septimus was handy.

Red’s bad companion

catching heat