I really wanted to post the ball pictures on here, but it's unfortunately too big for the image spot. I might post it on my instagram account.
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Once Elise was done cleaning herself up she stepped back into the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the cold floor.
In her heart, she cursed Kaila with every step. That woman was a witch, a real, spiteful witch. Every single time Elise got anywhere near her, something awful happened. Every. Single. Time.
She knew she should hate Lucien too. He had forced himself on her, used her mouth like it was his, and left her dripping with his mess. But she didn't hate him. Not even a little. His roughness had lit a fire inside her she couldn't put out. Now she craved his touch more than air. Just thinking about his angry grip in her hair made her wet again, aching and empty.
