What I saw at the earlier crime scenes wasn't a feeding frenzy, it was methodical. Light shown through the louvered door of the kitchen. There's no sign of a struggle, yet. But you're a grownup, and you understood what it was.
It was as if I hadn't been quite myself since I got out here. There were tears on his cheeks. Because even in the middle of the worst of the ardeur, Damian's touch could cool that fire. I wasn't in control anymore.
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