A Soiled Thing, Used Up and Worn Out Long Ago

Aurora's POV

Half a sandglass.

Cedric's hand clamped around my wrist.

"Come with me."

He dragged me into the blind corner behind the totem pole and shoved me against the cold stone wall. Rough grit bit into my back.

"Lift your hair." His chest heaved violently. His canines had fully extended, s...

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