Kissing Death
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A rose is nothing without its thorns...
Death was such a funny thing.
It was a fickle biatch, if I was being honest.
When I met Dominic Reed, I got my first taste of death and became addicted to its flavor. Its potency. I died when I fell in love with him and his thunder. Now, the death staring me down wasn't the pretty metaphorical kind, but the kind that chased you down until your heart gave out.
And all because of love. Stupid love that I didn't even understand or want, but feelings were no...






















