Author's Note

"So full of fire, aren't you?" Dexter murmurs. A small smile flickers on the corner of his lips and flares wicked bright in his eyes, a strong emotion of hunger. He caresses his fingers along the tightness of my jaw, his fingers on the sides of my face and his thumb still windshield wiping the angry tears on my cheeks. "It's going to be glorious watching it burn you up."

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