But not before he rode the ecstasy to the end of the line.
Shaking himself from the fog of desire, Kalen walked from the bathroom into his bedroom and got dressed. Put on his armor and prepared to face the day, and his demons, without his pendant to shield him from the evil already working its way into his soul.
Outside, thunder rolled. A storm on the way.
When
“Mackenzie,” he said into the stillness of his room. “I’m so sorry.”
Walking out, he told himself he wouldn’t think of what might’ve been. If only he hadn’t taken off the pendant, that one other time before.
If only Kalen Black wasn’t already far past redemption.
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