Just us, Micah, just us. Scary, but true. This isn't what my heart desired, I said. Having him shoved that hard, fast, deep, inside me, made me cry out, but not in pain.
No, he said. Gun, I said. A master who was actively recruiting church members for his scary little group. It brought my breath faster, made my pulse race.
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