Phone call with Damien

~Miss me?

The breath left my lungs in one soundless rush. My knees nearly gave out and I had to sit on the edge of the bed, phone clutched so tight my knuckles ached.

“Oh mon Dieu…” I whispered. My hand flew to my mouth, trying to stop the tremor that raced up my throat. It’s him. It’s him. Of cours...

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