Noah
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I paced in my room, rehashing all the events restlessly as I waited for Gia’s return. Guilt weighed me down as I thought of the night before. I had f.ucked my best friend’s murderer, and I had liked it. I had liked it way too much.
It didn’t matter that she had been used too; she was the instrument, but she also had free will, a mind of her own. She had started thinking for herself, I conceded, too late for Thomas, but just in time for me. Despite the guilt in the pit of my stomach, I still found her incredibly attractive; I was drawn to her, my pants suddenly becoming uncomfortably tight as if to agree with that thought.
I thought about Lyle; I had no idea such creatures existed anymore. Accounts of them had dwindled a few centuries ago and then stopped entirely. His magic
