Matched. That was the word he used for what was between us. Matched. For me, there would be no conceding. But his defeat. Matched. He used the word between our space. A binding word that my will rebels against. Matched. 'Bind me beneath the Wolfskin, he said.' Matched. He may have this town fooled and cowardly bowing before his feet, but I know what he is. What they ALL are. Matched. Soon...I will unleash... Copyright © 2013 by Onika Pereira. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Onika Pereira.
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