My head was spinning with the reality that in the next few hours, or days or weeks... I might die. Not that I hadn't been preparing for this moment since the witch told us that we would each make a sacrifice to save us all... but now it just felt so real. Looking at the bodacious babe on my arm, my heart ached. I wanted to be here with her, forever. I wanted to raise our twins, f**k her long into the night, make her round with child again and build a home with her. I'm not one for emotions, but frankly, the thought of all of that ending before it even had a chance to bloom, was depressing.
Nevertheless, my babygirl asked for shelter, and shelter she shall receive.
"Voila." I said, waving my arms around.
"...this? This is what you chose?" She looked around with dismay.
"What? A dark, di
