“Sweetheart, he’s dead.” he whispered, the sensation of his lips moving against my ear making me shiver involuntarily. He spun me around, and pushed me into walking in front of him, with my arm in his grasp behind my back. We passed his cell, and I couldn’t help but let the tears slip.
Arianna Callista was a normal girl. Keyword: was. She woke up one morning with a strange tattoo of a rose on her shoulder, thinking it was a symbol of another drunken night out she thought nothing of it.. Little did she know the of changes headed her way.