6/3/2023 0 Comments Intertwined by Gena ShowalterSomething stung his cheek and he blinked into focus. That didn’t mean he’d roll over and take whatever the undead wanted to dish. Sometimes, like now, part of him even looked forward to it. He’d had time to mourn his own passing, though, and had even had time to accept his fate. In the vision, he hadn’t looked much older than he was now. Even if that meant coming to the city of his death.Ī death that would happen all too soon, he knew. Never before had Elijah foretold anything other than a death, so Aden had been shocked to know-or rather, hope-the girl would one day enter his life. Of talking and laughing with her…of kissing her. But…Īt the same time, he’d begun having visions of a dark-haired girl. Maybe that should have deterred him from moving here. The dire prediction had come the same day he was told he was being sent to the D and M Ranch just as soon as there was an opening. No, he would die on a deserted street, a knife in his heart, the tip cutting the organ every time it beat, until life slipped from him completely. And it wouldn’t be in a cemetery and his killer wouldn’t be a corpse. They didn’t know when it would happen, only that it would. About six months ago, Elijah had predicted his death.
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