True Love
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A good man, fighting for his life after his shrimp ship is swept away by the terrible Hurricane Kartina Comes from Slidell, he...

Jamie terakenak's.

Damian strangled the man's neck, lifted it, then shook it as if the man was a rag doll. A dagger emerged from Damian's hand. Jamie was horrified when the Draicon sat his dagger against the man's chest, then threw it, for God's sake, he threw it to the side. The small head of the sea shrimp merchant hit the wall and let out a crackling sound.

The man's dead.

Jamie squealed stifled. He only let out a small sigh as Damian turned around, looked at him and moved to his side. Damian held his cheek with both hands, observing his face.

"Ah, Jamie, I hope you don't see it."

"You killed him," Jamie said.

"Note,"tukas Damian.

In front of his eyes, the shrimp seller's body turned into grayish-colored ash.

"He's not human. He's a Morph disguised as a human."

"But I know him! I've known him for a year, I often buy fresh sea shrimp from him, he lives in..."Jamie's voice is gone. He rubbed his hands, suddenly feeling cold.

"The Morph killed him, and one of them took the man's identity. This is the second Morph I killed today. I think the city is full of them, Jamie. Even the person you know is actually a Morph in disguise." Damian.

"How do I know you're not one of them?"

Damian moved his hand and a dagger appeared on his palm. He handed the dagger to Jamie, the gang first. "My skin. My blood is red, just like you. Not an acid liquid. But they can't disguise their blood. From there I knew the merchant was not a human. It's emitting acidic liquids."

Jamie was stunned to observe the dagger. Damian calmly extended a hand. Then Jamie scratched his palm. The man did not even groan in pain. Red blood drops flowed, bright and thick. Jamie touched the liquid while shuddering. Just blood. The woman was fascinated to see the wound slowly closing.

Damian flicked his hand and the dagger disappeared. "I think it's a good sign that you didn't take the dagger and stick it in my heart" he said with a wry smile.

"That idea crossed my mind, but I thought I needed a steel drill to get through your heart." Jamie leaned against the door frame, suddenly restless.

Damian looks worried. Holding his arm, the man guided Jamie outside the building. They headed for Jamie's house, every step of the way feeling like they were walking in thick mud. Finally, they arrived. Jamie opens the fence, then Damian leads him inside. The man took the key, then locked the fence back. Damian put the key in the bag and took it off. Jamie walked tired towards the grounds, then sat down on one of the old rattan chairs.

Consent was visible on the man's face as Damian walked up to him. He looked around his hand against the red brick wall. "It's a nice house. A safe house."

Jamie got up from the chair. "Find yourself a place to sleep tonight. You're Draicon, you'll be fine sleeping on the ground. Don't howl when the moon comes up. You're gonna wake the neighbors."

"Shelping on a full moon is just a fairy tale. I just howl when I want to make love. So don't worry about hearing me at night."

Jamie was aghast, then turned to look at the charming smiling Damian.

"Help as much as you can, Draicon, but you have to force me to have me in bed again" Jamie's thesis is.

"I'll never force you. You're the one who's coming for me. Soon you won't be able to hold it against me" he said softly.

Maybe later if the wolf can fly, the battery.

Damian follows her up, but Jamie ignores her. The door closed behind him. Jamie flopped onto a four-masted antique bed, hugging his bolster while staring at his yellowish roof. A cool night air blows through a French-style door that opens towards the park. Jamie always hated this room for being possessed, but Mark liked it, so he let it go.

A single tear, caused by guilt and shame, came out as he walked towards Damian's death bed and saw the man lying there. But what about the tears of heartfelt and heartfelt sorrow?

Since the day of her parents' death. Since then she has never cried. Not for everything that was lost to him. He doubted he would cry again.

A shrill voice barely audible to humans made Damian wary. He stopped at Jamie's door. Damian approached, waiting, instinctively ordering him to break in and approach the woman into his arms. Jamie will yell at him. Jamie's tough sure doesn't want Damian to see him destroyed.

The woman's breath was flinched.

Damian broke down the door and stormed in, then turned on a small Tiffany light. Soft yellow light illuminates the dark red-colored room that is packed with furniture. The room was too serious for Jamie. It needs a brightly windy room with sky-blue walls and unique furniture.

While approaching a four-masted bed that was more suitable for the royal family, Damian secretly watched over his future partner. The woman fell asleep, bobbing in the opposite direction, her shoulder-black hair loosened. A soft sigh could be heard from Jamie's mouth, but the woman did not shed a tear.

A charming figure with a sharp chin, thick eyelashes, white skin and high cheekbones and full lips and a pointed nose, Jamie looks very young.

Sadness is tainted in those very expressive gray eyes. Jamie may try to hide her emotions, but her eyes reflect everything. Damian saw himself in that shadow, the arrogant Draicon was so powerful that it could supposedly offer a lot of things, but it instead took so much. More than her chastity, Damian takes away Jamie's dream of Magick and strength.

In the process he forces Jamie to follow the forces of evil.

Regret stabs him. He will fix it, but he must gain Jamie's trust first.The woman's courage makes him relieved, Jamie has not lost his spirit or courage, two attributes that he will need in the days to come.

This house is the safest place for Jamie. Damian felt the power of a powerful ancient power. A long time ago a man cast a spell to protect this house from anyone who did the Black Magick. The man who wanted to hurt Jamie had to bring him the family out of this building.

The bed was blown off by his weight. He just wants to hug/touch it, even if only for a moment. Instincts encourage him to make love. As a pure Alpah descendant, Damian can only obtain offspring with Jamie. He needs the woman for his New Mexico nanya, reigning by his side.

But Damian, putting aside his passion, grabs a pinch of hair from Jamie's pale face. Cold, shit, his skin is like ice.

Damian rubbed Jamie's forehead. He's gonna save this woman, any way. This woman belongs to him and he always keeps what belongs to him.

A grim smile adorned his lips. Even if he does not want to be saved.

Damian lay down, clinging his large body next to Jamie's slender body. Stretch her arm to the woman's waist. Jamie turned around, curling up at him as if in need of his warmth.

Damian likes Jamie's soft body feel. Passion fills her, reminding her of the insatiable desire that always haunts her. Damian violently tried to control himself and stay away. Jamie feels very light but tough. Despite being tainted with the Black Magick, innocence still lingered within him.

Jamie groaned in his sleep. A tear flowed in one corner of her eye. Damian felt disturbed, he also kissed him to disappear. Expecting a sharp salty taste, Damian gasped.

The sweet sugar.

Fear grew in his chest. Damiab sat up. " It's starting to happen. What am I supposed to do?"

I'm not gonna let you die. You can't die like my family. I'll do everything I can to stop him.

Damian got up from the bed, left and slowly closed the door. For the first time he realized he might be too late.

If he doesn't find the book, he'll lose Jamie.

Forever.