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Chapter 20

Rosabel La Rouge

Night had fallen. We were still in bed, the room covered in sparks that never went out, having just showered to clean off the sweat and cum from our bodies.

We’d be back there within the hour again to do the same, guaranteed.

Right now, our eyes were half closed and I was lying on his chest, tracing the lines of the tallarose that graced his skin, breathing in the scent of him—so uniquely Taland.

When I fantasized running away with Taland before, it wasn’t like this at all. First, I thought those scenarios would remain a fantasy forever. Taland was in the Tomb and I had betrayed him, and even if he got out twenty years later he wasn’t going to want to see me at all— if he didn’t try to kill me first.

What had happened in reality, how he’d escaped, how I’d become Mud and had been shoved into the Iris Roe—those things had never even crossed my mind. Never, not for a second could my imagination come up with something so absurd, and it was so much better than I could have ever hoped.

Because in my fantasies, I was always afraid about what was going to happen. I always imagined I would be panicked, paranoid, terrified that somebody would find us. In my fantasies—because, of course, I can’t let myself have a normal fantasy where I get everything I want without needing to explain to myself how every little thing needed to work—I was constantly making up plans about how to escape and stay under the radar.

But in these moments I was free; no fear or panic or paranoia. Just free to breathe and be with Taland, free to pay every ounce of my attention to him only, and I couldn’t care less about what happened to the world outside. I was in my place now, my home. Nothing could get to me here.

“So, you’re really Mud, too,” I said after a little while, as more sparks gathered over us as if they knew I wanted to see him better.

“I think I prefer Laetus, but yes,” Taland said, playing with my hair. “It would seem so.”

“ Laetus. ” I tasted the word on my tongue; I preferred it over Mud, too.

“Selem teaches us that they were these legendary soldiers, these incredible mages—like superheroes of the real world. Funny because I wanted to be just like them when I was a kid, but they told us that the Laetus in their true form, capable of controlling colorful magic, were extinct,” said Taland, and I kissed his chest.

“Was that a lie, or they simply didn’t know?” I wondered.

“I think it’s both that they didn’t know, and that it couldn’t be done before. I think that because you drained the Rainbow, you were able to access all your colors like that. And then somehow, maybe because you did the draining spell with my magic, or maybe…” his voice trailed off as he thought about it but couldn’t find an answer. “ Somehow , you passed it on to me.”

“Whatever happened at the Drainage, I’m glad for it. Whatever it was.” I would be thankful forever. “But Taland, I don’t think it’s true that it couldn’t be done before, because Taylor did it before me.” And the image of her sitting there on that branch was right there in my mind’s eye. How she’d repeated the spell after me. How I’d corrected the words she’d gotten wrong. How she’d been terrified when colorful magic had burst out of her hand.

“You shared your magic with her—it has to be that. Or…maybe she’s different somehow?” he wondered.

“I don’t know if she’s different—she’s literally the first Mud I ever met. And she’s just fourteen, Taland. I’m still glad I did it, but I keep thinking about it—even if I did share my magic with her, she shouldn’t have been able to do a spell without any effort.”

“I don’t think she would have if it wasn’t for the bracelet,” he said.

I looked at it where he’d left it on the small bedside table near an ashtray and his raven feather.

For a while, I was silent, only shaking my head every now and again. “I don’t know,” I finally said.

“I have to talk to my brothers.”

“ No. ” The word slipped out of me automatically—I did not want to see his brothers again. Goddess, I never wanted to have to look at their faces until the day I died.

“Sweetness, they’re not going to hurt you again. Nobody will.” He raised my head to kiss my lips. “And it’s not just because of me —but with that bracelet? Nobody could compare.” He chuckled like he found that funny.

It wasn’t to me. Even though I felt no pain when using that bracelet, it was not my anchor—my father’s ring was. The ring that was around my finger, that I had to hold up with a thumb almost the whole time because it was too big and it slipped, and I refused to let a jeweler make it smaller. I refused to change it in any way.

It felt wrong not to use it when it was the only anchor I knew. Redfires and Whitefires could use the same anchor all their lives, while the rest of the covens didn’t. Blackfires needed to replace their raven feathers every couple of months, depending on their strength, and Greenfires could make their staffs last for years. For me, to change my anchor when I’d been using it for only two years just felt wrong.

“It’s just pretty colors. It doesn’t mean anything,” I said to Taland. “Right?”

“Oh, I think it does. It’s way more powerful than my Blackfire used to be. Even without it, even when it hurts, my magic has become stronger since the Iris Roe, but this?” He waved his finger around to indicate the sparks floating around us still. “ This is something else. I haven’t even had to think about keeping up their energy levels after my initial intent to make them last for hours. Not once.”

“But we don’t really need to talk to your brothers, do we?” Because even knowing that I had that bracelet, or that it would make my magic more powerful—which I’d kind of noticed when I used it in my room two nights ago—I still felt uneasy. To have to look them in the eyes after everything…

“You don’t have to be there if you don’t want to, sweetness. But I do need to talk to them about Hill. And tell them about this bracelet. About the book in your grandmother’s office.”

My stomach fell all the way and my muscles locked in tightly.

Taland raised my head. “Unless you don’t want me to,” he added. “If you don’t, just say so. Nobody has to know a thing—except for Hill. That, I would really like to talk to them about.”

I pulled myself up and kissed him. “It’s not that,” I whispered. “I just really don’t want to talk to anybody. I just want to stay here in this house forever. Can we do that?” I kissed him again. “Can we stay here forever?”

He kissed me back, but there was something about it. Something…off. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, and maybe it was my own bad feelings projecting onto him, but it wasn’t the same kiss as all the other times.

“What’s wrong?” I asked anyway, just in case.

“We can’t stay here forever,” Taland said with a sigh. And I was a bit relieved that it was that and nothing else. “I wish we could, but we can’t.” He squeezed me to his chest tightly, closed his eyes and rested his forehead to mine. “We have to leave eventually. The more we stay, the faster the wards will be consumed. Our magic will interfere with theirs and they won’t work. We have another week at best.” Leaning back again, he closed his hand around my cheek.

“Another week—that’s how long we can stay here safely. Do you understand?”

There it was again, that feeling gnawing at me.

“I do,” I said. “And then what happens after a week? Are we going back to the Blue House?”

“We’re not,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not safe there for us anymore. We’ll go to Dackston first—it’s just three towns over from this one. There’a shop there that sells antiques, and the owner keeps magically reinforced safes in the basement for mages to buy and use—an old, kind-of forbidden spell, a family heirloom. I have money stashed in there, and the car keys to an SUV parked near the junkyard at the edge of town. Easy to find.”

“Okay,” I said, tempted to smile at how specific he was.

“The safe is under your first name and my last,” he continued.

“I—wait, what?”

He grinned. “Yep—Rosabel Tivoux.”

“Taland…” I breathed because it was oddly romantic that he’d bought a safe under my name with his last name.

“Yes, baby?”

I rose on my elbows. “Is that some sort of weird way of proposing marriage to me or something?” It was a joke, of course, but the thought of it, the thought of him on his knee, proposing to me, had all kinds of butterflies going wild in my stomach.

He laughed. Taland threw his head back and laughed his heart out, and I felt so perfectly accomplished it was kind of pathetic. But I made him laugh and I’d done all there is to do in this world and now I was at peace.

“No, sweetness. When I propose to you, it won’t be weird nor sneaky. It will be very…straightforward.” He leaned up and kissed me—deeply this time, and for long.

So long that when we stopped, I was already wet between my legs. And we were naked, so…

“ Rosabel Tivoux,” I whispered when I fell against his chest again. It sounded right. Exactly right. As it should be.

“The password is Tallarose, ” he whispered against my hair. “You can remember that, right? Tallarose. ”

I smiled against his skin. “My hand is right over it.” And it was—my palm was flat against his tattoo.

He put his over mine and squeezed it without a word.

“And then what?” I wondered. “Where will we go then?”

Taland remained silent for a long time after.

“I’m not sure. We’ll have to lay low, keep hiding.” With a kiss on my forehead, he put me down on the bed gently. “Give me one second.”

He literally took one second to reach for his pants on that armchair and lay down on the bed again. Then he pulled something out of his pocket—this charm that wasn’t even two inches wide. It was oval shaped and made of smooth stone, with drawings in pale colors on either side. On the one side was a black circle over a white background that spiraled all the way to the middle. On the other was an eye with three colors—black and grey and blue. Taland put it in my hand. It weighed nothing, the object, but the magic nearly suffocated me because I wasn’t expecting it.

“What is this?” I said, a bit breathless as I inspected the thing and got used to its magical charge.

“It’s my mother’s charm. She made it for me,” he said. “It’s a double charm. This side”—he showed the black circle over the white, that actually looked more like a white line spiraling over black ink now—“is for illusions. It reinforces them and holds them in place.”

“You’re joking.” I looked at the charm with a new light.

“Not at all. It’s how I was able to pass through the gates of the Iris Roe and remain undercover the whole game. It took up a lot of my energy to have to cast the spell over and over. It drained me—you remember in the Whitefire challenge, I barely had a few spells left on my feather.”

I nodded. “I do remember, but I thought that was just because you used up a lot to survive!”

“I didn’t,” Taland said, smiling at my fascination, then turned the charm over. “ This is the important one—the eye of protection. It not only keeps me under the radar, but it also casts a sort of a confusion spell all around me, so that even if someone was close and about to find where I was, they’d be slow and sloppy and give me enough time to run away.”

“Holy shit.” That might be the best thing I had ever heard that magic could do. “So, this is how you’ve kept under the IDD’s radar. They sent Wayne O’Bryan after you and he couldn’t find you.” I laughed. “I was once sure that you’d left the country!”

“And leave you here?” He bit my cheek. “Never.”

“But wait,” I said when I remembered. “I saw through you. In the Roe, I never once saw you as that person. I saw the videos and the pictures, and your name—Jack Collins. I never saw that person, just you .”

He grinned. “Yes, well, I put a spell on you when you first came to the Blue House, one that relieved your mind of the magic of this charm.”

“You can do that?”

“Of course. I don’t physically change my appearance—that is only good for short term goals. Days, maybe a couple of weeks, but not longer. It’s illusion magic. This charm alters the people’s perception, not my person.”

I sat up all the way. “That’s fairy magic.” To mess with someone’s mind—that’s categorized as fairy magic.

“It really isn’t—just the Council and the IDD trying to put everything into neat little boxes,” Taland said. “Come closer.” He pulled me down until I was half lying on him again. “Magic is magic. Fairies seem to be more naturally gifted at illusions—that doesn’t mean that this magic is for fairies only. They’ve destroyed and made illegal all kinds of illusions in their attempt to control the people, to control the power that they have. Trust me, it’s not because they care; it’s because they want that power for themselves.”

I shook my head, speechless for a moment. I believed Taland—of course I did. But I was raised among these people, and I worked with them every single day, and never before had I even had the chance to go close to confidential files or spells, what the leaders were cleared to use. Michael, my team leader, had taken things from us and written reports on missions several times without our input—for missions he called top class . He said we weren’t allowed to test and report on the things we found or didn’t find, or to read the meters of magics used against us in fights or simply in locations where we were sent to hunt down the bad guys.

What they called bad guys, anyway.

“My grandmother has kept so much from me,” I ended up whispering. She probably knew about all of this—of course she did. She was at the heart of the Council when she was in Hill’s place, and I didn’t know about other IDD directors, but the Council adored her.

“Which was why Selem was created. Nobody passes on this information to their children anymore. Not the Iridians who are in charge. They call it saving the younger generations from unnecessary danger and trauma, but in fact they’re just leaving us ignorant. We need to know what’s out there—exactly what magic is capable of, what mages are capable of. We need to be prepared, not blinded. This was made by my mother—she made each one of us identical charms because she felt it was her responsibility to tell us what to expect from the world, and she still found a way to offer her protection for when we grew up and she couldn’t keep an eye on us anymore.”

Taland kissed the top of my head, and I realized I’d never once heard him talking like this before. Not just about his mother—but about life. About how things were right now. About how the Council maintained control over the people, apparently, and called it order.

“I worked for them for so long,” I whispered.

“But you were safe. I preferred it,” he said.

A bitter laugh escaped me. “Believe you me, I wasn’t. My town team leader tried to kill me. My own teammate made me Mud. All that magic she put on me—and she was so powerful. All that magic…” The look in Erid’s eyes, the sorry in them was in the center of my mind right now.

“That’s what I don’t understand,” Taland said. “You’re Madeline Rogan’s granddaughter. I don’t believe a team leader would dare to threaten you, let alone try to kill you, without good reason. Without having something to gain out of it, something big.”

“He said he had orders from high up,” I whispered, and I really didn’t want to think about that day, go back to those memories, but I knew I had to. Taland was here and it was a hundred times easier to do it now than when I was on my own, anyway.

“Hill?” Taland whispered, and every inch of my skin rose in goose bumps.

“You think?”

“Well, he apparently gave the order to spy on me, to shoot me. Why would he want to get rid of you, though? Your grandmother and the Council are still connected as far as I know,” he said.

“They are. They literally let me live because of her. They decided to allow me to remain the winner of the Iris Roe and made up that lie about me always being a Redfire, too.” Even having survived that trap they called a game, I’d have been dead right now if it wasn’t for Madeline—which sucked.

“I don’t see why he’d want to go against her, especially since his goal is to remain the director of the IDD until retirement. We need him there—that’s what my brothers and the Mergenbachs say.”

That name—he’d said it before. And I was almost sure I’d heard it somewhere else, too. So much on my mind that I couldn’t—didn’t even try to put my finger on it.

“Maybe the Council found out about you and made him or something?” I muttered, though it was highly unlikely.

“He’d have warned us if that was the case. He always does.”

“Then I have no clue.” All of this was far too complicated, and my head was already heavy.

“Which is why we need to talk to Radock,” Taland said. “Something doesn’t feel right here. Something’s going on, and I want to know what it is.”

I sighed. “Fine. We’ll go see your brothers, but if they come close to me again, I am going to shoot them.”

That made him squeeze me to his chest tighter. “They won’t. But if they do and I’m not there, feel free to shoot them twice.”

I looked up. “Why wouldn’t you be there?”

He shrugged. “Just saying, if. Shoot them as many times as you like.”

“Oh, I will.” And I wouldn’t even hesitate.

“I wish we could stay here forever, too, though,” Taland whispered eventually.

I climbed higher on the bed so we could be face-to-face. “Can’t we just charge those pieces of rock ourselves? We have plenty of magic. Nobody will find us here.”

“We can’t. Only the people who made them can do that,” he said with a sad smile that weighed heavy on my shoulders.

“Then maybe we can make new ones,” I offered.

He arched a brow playfully. “How many old and forgotten spells to ward small spaces do you know?”

“None?”

“Thought so.” He kissed me hard. “Same number as me.”

I sighed. “I feel like I’ve lived inside this rose-colored glass box my whole life.” All those things that the IDD and the Council had been doing behind everybody’s back. So…absurd, yet I didn’t doubt it for a second. We were talking about the same people who created and ran the Iris Roe here. Those people were not well.

“But you broke out now,” Taland said and pulled me down so he could kiss me. “I wish you didn’t have to, not right now, but I’m proud of you, baby. There’s nobody like you.”

I rolled my eyes for show, but my cheeks flushed bright scarlet. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re just saying that ‘cuz we’re naked,” I teased.

“Nope. We could be wearing clothes, or drinking tea outside, or going through a fucking storm, and I’d say the same,” he said. “I’d love you the same.”

There went my breath again, catching in my throat while my heart skipped too many beats. For so long now I’d told myself that Taland never loved me, that nobody ever loved me, that I was simply unlovable. But he said those words and looked at me like they came from his very core, and everything I thought or believed before just ceased to exist. Simply didn’t stick anymore.

My eyes closed to hide the tears pooling in them. “That day in the Whitefire challenge, when you asked me to lie and I said I love you, ” I whispered. “It wasn’t a lie.” It was never a lie.

He smiled. “I know, sweetness. I knew then and I know now.”

“Good,” I said, laughing a little, though a tear escaped me in silence. He saw it—of course he did—and kissed it off my cheek before it reached my jaw. “Good, because I am not leaving you out of my sight again.”

Taland kissed me. He wrapped both arms around me tightly, and he kissed me until I couldn’t breathe anymore. And when I could, I realized he’d moved us, had put me on the bed and had climbed on top of me.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, baby, remember it. I’ll love you early in the morning, and late in the night, too.” He kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose. “I’ll love you through summer breezes and fucking hurricanes.” His lips hovered over mine and he paused for a moment, our eyes locked. “You’re all that matters. Always.”

I wanted to say the same. I wanted to say so much more. I wanted to promise him the world and the sky and every single star that sparkled when he kissed me, but somehow, I knew he knew that, too. Words were redundant; kisses communicated better, anyway. So, I gave into the kiss, wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me with all my strength.

There would be time to talk. So many questions remained unanswered still, but I’d get to the bottom of them together with him in no time. And I no longer feared looking his brothers in the eye, either—he’d be there with me through it all.

Right now, all that mattered was me. All that mattered was him.

And that was more than enough.

He wrapped a hand around my neck, reached the other for his raven feather that was over the bedside table, and whispered a healing spell that barely made him flinch because…

“I need to make your throat happy again.”

I didn’t really need a healing spell because he hadn’t hurt me in the least, but I didn’t complain. The heat of his magic slid on my skin and inside, soft like a caress, mending what little irritation I could have had from his cock in my throat.

Then I was on all fours on the bed, and he stood at the edge of it and fucked my mouth while ordering me to raise my ass higher, and put my fingers inside myself, too.

I obeyed, naturally, but he didn’t let us come like that. Instead, he pulled me up on the bed until I was standing, and his face was level with my boobs. He wrapped his arms around me and dove in, taking them in his mouth, biting and sucking and licking like he was doing this for the first time, and he was insatiable. All I could do was cry out and hold his head against my chest with all my strength.

Eventually he moved back with me still in his arms and went closer to the windows. He put me against the wall, my nipple still between his teeth, and he pulled the drapes to the sides without looking. I didn’t know what he planned to do, and I didn’t even bother to ask. It was enough that I knew I would love whatever it was—and I was right.

Taland let go of me only for a second, put me down on my shaking legs. He pushed the window open, then pulled me closer. Gripping my waist, he carried my weight easily and sat me on the windowsill, and said, “Can you hold yourself upright so you don’t fall, sweetness?”

I nodded and gripped the wood of the window frame tightly. “They’re flying away,” I whispered, noticing the sparks that had been in the room slowly floating out into the darkness of the night.

“I’ll make you new ones,” Taland said, then went down on his knees in front of me.

“Taland,” I breathed, the anticipation killing me already, but he grabbed my legs and put then over his shoulders, and with his eyes locked on mine, he began to plant kisses all over my thighs.

Watching him kissing me, licking me, worshipping my body the way he did was unlike anything else I’d ever felt before. It was a different kind of power, pure and honest and so damn powerful, I felt like I was sitting on top of the world.

He inched his way up to my pussy slowly. Never once did he look away from me, and I loved him for it because the spark in his eyes was better than anything magic could make.

But when he flicked his warm tongue over my throbbing clit, I didn’t last much longer. He went at it like he meant business, and I was already wet from having him in my mouth—my throat was definitely happy again.

Though I wanted to watch him eat me like that forever, my body had a mind of its own. My back arched and my head fell back, and I had to focus on holding myself up so I didn’t fall from the second floor and break my neck or something. Very inconvenient. So, I gripped the wood even tighter, and my eyes were half open when I was seconds away from the orgasm.

I saw the night sky, all those stars twinkling in the distance. I saw the golden sparks that had spread all around me like fireflies. I could have sworn they were clinging to my skin, making me look like I was being lit from within as well, like my blood was golden and it was glowing.

“ Taland,” I called out his name, not caring if somebody could hear, surrounded by the night and golden sparks and trees on all sides. I came so hard I’d be shocked if the entire world didn’t feel it with me. I floated and swam and glided over the surface of the world all at once, while those sparks remained all over me.

When I finally looked down at Taland, I found him still on his knees with my legs over his shoulders, watching me with a mesmerized smile on his face, the small lights making his eyes golden.

Goddess, I love this man, I thought, but my jaws didn’t work well enough to say the words out loud.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful view,” he whispered, smiling as he trailed kisses over my pelvis and my thighs again, before he put my legs down and grabbed me in his arms. Good thing he did because I doubted those legs could carry me. He had a way of turning all my limbs to jelly, and I considered it a success that I hadn’t fallen off that window.

“Taland,” I said, moving toward the bed automatically, thinking we were going to lie down. “Are we—” going to sleep now, I was going to say, but he didn’t let me.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, sweetness. I have to make you come a few more times.” And he took me toward the door.

No—the armchair.

He grabbed all our clothes with one hand and threw them over the bed, then he pulled the armchair to the side and bent me over the back of it. All. The. Way.

A slap on my ass, then another. The sound rang in my ears, and my scream filled the room, and the sparks continued to fly out the window still, but I didn’t care. He said he’d make me more, and I didn’t doubt that he would.

“Look at you…” He sounded in awe as he rubbed the spots he’d just slapped, pushed my buttocks to the sides as he analyzed every little inch of me. My cheek was pressed to the seat of the armchair, my hands firmly on the armrests so I couldn’t see him very well, but I saw the lust in his eyes and that was enough to set me on fire again.

The anticipation did the rest—and so did the third slap.

The vibrations went straight to my pussy, I swear it, and I was moaning out his name before he even thrust his thumb inside me.

“Fuck, sweetness. You look so good bent over like this,” he muttered, strings of curse words leaving him in a whisper every few seconds as he pushed his thumb deeper, and with his other hand caressed my back.

I feel good bent over like this, I thought but couldn’t say—and it was true. My ass was in the air and my face down and I couldn’t move if I tried—I was completely at his mercy.

He touched my feet with his to tell me to spread my legs wider, and my body obeyed without me even having to think about it. I felt his hard cock against my ass cheeks, and when he took his thumb out of me, he guided the tip of him up and down, teasing my folds, my clit, my entrance and higher up, until I was shaking with need again.

“I love your appetite,” Taland said, and I could hear the grin in his voice just fine. He slapped me again, hard , and my ass throbbed and stung and felt might fine.

At the same time, he thrust only the tip of him inside me.

I moaned, raised my ass as far as I could, but the position didn’t really let me move much.

“Steady, baby,” he whispered and gripped my hip in his hand tightly, while with the other he guided his cock up and down and inside me slowly, playing with me until he couldn’t take it anymore.

All I could do was stay there, bent over and sprawled wide open for him on that armchair, moan and whisper his name, wait for him to fuck me.

And, boy, did he fuck me good.

By the time he thrust his cock inside me all the way, I was halfway there. In this position, he seemed to get even deeper, and within the minute, all I felt was him. My entire focus was on where we connected, on how he filled me, how he gripped my ass in his fists and pounded into me hard enough to make the chair move.

When he came, he whispered my name, and it was still the sexiest thing I had ever heard. The sound of it, the way he held himself deep inside me while he spilled his cum, made me fall over the edge, too.

He loved it when my pussy squeezed him the way it did when I came, so he stayed there for a long time, whispering praise to me, caressing my ass and my back, telling me how he wanted to do this again and again until the world fucking ended.

And I agreed.

When he pulled himself out of me, he didn’t take us to the bathroom like I thought. He took me to the bed and lay me down instead.

“I’ll be making a mess out of you again in minutes, so let’s just rest here first,” he said.

I had no complaints whatsoever.

True to his word, Taland made a complete mess out of me fifteen minutes later, and this time he wanted to come all over my chest, wanted my nipples covered in his cum, so they were. And when we went to the bathroom to clean up, he fucked me there, too, against the wall, forward and back, standing and bent over. He just spun me around and had his way with me in whichever manner he liked, and I happily took it while the orgasms took every ounce of energy in my body, until I could barely keep my eyes open.

Back in the bedroom, the sparks were all gone—outside the open window, into the world now, so Taland closed the windows, grabbed the bracelet and called upon the rainbow again. Those same sparks sprung to life and multiplied until they created a layer against the ceiling, while I watched and smiled and clapped my hands as well as I could.

Then the sparks began to float around, just like before. Taland climbed in bed with me, put me over his chest so that I rested my head on his shoulder. I wanted to keep my eyes open and just look at those sparks floating for a while, but I was too exhausted. I was already a goner.

The aftermath of all that intense, incredible pleasure remained in my body. All those beautiful words he’d said to me were at the center of my mind, pushing back everything else, every bad thought and memory I owned.

Through summer breezes, I thought, but I must have said it out loud, too, because I heard my own whisper. “ Through fucking hurricanes. ”

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke up, Taland wasn’t there.

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