Sitting strait up in bed I cant breath. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Long brown strands of hair fell in my face. Sweat ran down my chest and disappeared into my tank top. Its been a long time since the reaper came. Even then it was after someone else and i was just a happy accident. Knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets to hard. A familiar shadow sat in the corner of the dark room.
Faint glowing came from the burning end of his cigar. Hatter. His real name was Seth but because I was his partner Im not aloud to call him by his first name. The Hatter put his cigar down and stood up grabbing his sword.
Long lean body moved gracefully through the air. "What were you dreaming of Mia?" His voice was almost frightening, it held firm. He still smelled of ammonia but it was masked by the slight smell of genuine male power. It radiated off of him. From his strong jaw, to his broad shoulders, all the way to his strong legs. I couldn't look at him, not out of fright but because he would see the distaste in my eyes. Striding toward the door he closed it behind him.
Pulling off my covers left me in boxers. My closet was filled with black leather jackets and ripped skinny jeans. The tight jeans held firm against my skin. Taking off my shirt I was left in jeans. Black bra and jeans match the work boots and jacket.
Stepping out of my front door steps made of fluffy white and pink clouds materialized. At the bottom, Seth waited. His suit was ironed and not a hair out of place. Under that shirt and neat pants an assortment of knives.
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Hatter
FantasyForget everything you know about wonderland. Thats just a bedtime story. Three queens fight to keep the balance. Red, White and Grey. What happens when a Hatter of gray finds an underling on accident and takes her for himself as an associate. Going...
