He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before...
Demons... they don't just waltz into your life and take over for no reason," she said, her voice going soft again. "They might knock on the door, but ultimately, you have to be the one to invite them...
Wasn't he the one who sliced off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend?Van Gogh, said Varen, in a monotone that suggested he might be in pain.Van , Gwen said, leaning away, waving the apple. Edgar A...