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Fortitude: Part Twenty-eight: by Cia Nordwell
“Teddy?”
“Oh god.” He was still sitting against the wall. His head lolled to one side. I slammed into the floor next to him, reaching out with trembling fingers. He couldn’t be….
Don’t Look Back #44 (9.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Marshall had changed during the five years he’d been kept away from Lee, both physically and emotionally. These changes had begun about the age of ten or so, and at first he didn’t know what was happening to him. He was afraid it was something he’d be punished for. It wasn’t until years later he realized it had just been puberty rearing its ugly head. Not that his mother seemed to notice.
At first, he was a little scared, and more than a little confused by what was happening to him, and he had no one to talk to about his situation. He outgrew his clothes faster than before, and Rhonda would begrudgingly buy him new ones—usually from a thrift store or garage sale—and then she’d complain when he outgrew those. She grumbled about what a pain in the ass he was, as if he’d deliberately added inches to his height, and extra pounds to his body, just to annoy her.
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Once they were back in Jake’s apartment, Jake didn’t know what to say. Thank you for bringing me home, now leave me the hell alone?
“Hey sunshine, you’re not going to try to kick me out now, are you?” Bruce held one of Jake’s hands in his as they stood in the middle of Jake’s living room.
“Are you a mind-reader? If so, get out of my head because it’s seriously creepy,” Jake replied with more venom in his voice than he intended. A second later, blood pounded in his ears, deafening him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… to…”
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Kenneth didn’t want to go back to the magi collegium, but he needed to give Thorn time.
The air outside the inventor’s college was warm and full of the gritty, smoky scents of the nearby slums. He had learned a lot about the twisting roads that led between the buildings, and knew enough to not lost or stumble into an area where a rich-looking mage on a fancy horse would get his pocket picked.
But there was no area in the slums where a mage like him would actually belong, save for by Thorn’s side.
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