Chapter 29: The damned
Esmeralda We drove home in silence, and I didn’t dare speak to him while I could feel his rage. He was in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but he still climbed into the bed next to me wearing only light sweatpants so that he was topless. It was the first time I’d seen him properly topless and if I thought he was perfect looking in clothes, he was even more so out of them. He had a lovely six pack with a solid chest and I noticed just how big his shoulders were, his tattoos ran along his arms and up to the top of his shoulders and seemed to stop there. I knew now what the ghostly apparitions were, a mark that showed he had the power to commune with the spirit world. He lay down beside me on his back and sighed in frustration throwing his arm lazily above his head. I moved clos
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