Page 143 of Property of Necro

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And…

I touch my face and…

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I scramble off Rot, snatch my mask off the floor, and struggle to put it back on as he sits up and wipes blood from his mouth. Sola goes to him. Of course she does. She likes him. She may even love him. But I’m the monster—the… sinner… the one who tainted her.

I want to apologize. To make her leave. But when I turn with my mask back in place, my brothers are gone, and it’s just us.

Her with those bright green eyes and rosy cheeks.

She’s crying, and I fucking hate myself.

I did it.

I made her this way.

I ruin everything.

Everyone.

I am no one.

I have no name.

Sola approaches like I’m a wounded animal and sits on the floor in front of me. The barbells in her nipples are gorgeous. That red thatch of hair at her cunt, so perfectly trimmed and sexy.

Damn. She’s a goddess incarnate.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.

“Take off the mask, babe. Show me.”

Babe.

She… called me…

I look around, and yes, she’s speaking to me.

Wiping the back of her hands under her eyes, she smiles all watery and emotional, and my heart hurts.

I swallow hard and rub the knot in my chest.

She can’t cry. She can’t… look at me like that.

“Please.” She offers me her delicate hand. “Please give it to me.”

Why?I sign.

“Because I want you to show me. You. The real you.”

No.

“There is nothing wrong with the way you look.”

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