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She’s calling.

Flames burn my soul, but with my venom doing its thing in my wife, I’m not going up in smoke. For now.

She’s mine.

That spot in my jaw throbs, so fucking eager to drain into her soft body one more time.

I ash the zombie mobs because she told me to, but another command hammers my head with every kill.

Harsh and hissing:

Come.

To.

Me.

I turn to face the magic.

A conga-line of corpses shambles in the same direction as the monster’s call—North.

“I’m not dead yet,” I mutter, jumping to the roof for a better look.

My blood surges, but not to my cock where it could actually do the world some good.

The creepy-ass power tries to force my feet to move.

As if I listen to anyone but her.

I flick both middle fingers up to the mountains and spark two pretty, pink flames on top.

Maybe the bastard down there is my great-great-great-grand-uncle?

Either way.

All Trezzorans past, present, and future can get fucked, especially the devil king who sired us.

Our bloodline is a curse.

And, hey.

My brain works.

I remember that it’s fully in my hands to end this shit.

New bucket list:

1. Fuck Iris until my dick breaks off in her pretty pussy

2. Die

I send the monster underground another two-fingered salute, then hop off the roof to find my wife.

If she won’t kill me?

He definitely will.