Forgotten Faces

Some call him the Angel of Death, but Caleb knows better. He doesn’t kill. He erases life. Centuries ago, the Higher Powers created him to walk the terrestrial plane, eradicating those from existence who have either earned punishment or asked for dissolution. No attachments, no commitments, no problems.<br><br>His latest assignment should have been as easy as the rest. But the second he gets invited into Leandro Warnell’s remote Alaskan cabin, Caleb knows something is different. It’s more than the overpowering physical attraction between them. It’s more than the inconsistencies that have plagued this assignment from the start.<br><br>It’s the mark Leandro wears over his heart, the symbol unique to Caleb’s body. Because the only way he could’ve got the tattoo is if Caleb had given it to him…and the man who’s collected memories for the last thousand years has no recollection ever meeting Leandro before ...

Vivien Dean · LGBT+

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Chapter 8

I saw nothing else. We were alone, isolated, cut off from everything else like a ship anchored in a fog-locked bay.

I was surprisingly okay with that.

“Don’t go,” Leandro murmured.

Though I started to shake my head, he stopped the motion with the seal of his full mouth over mine.3

I love kissing. It’s the intimacy of the act, the sensation of consuming another life, another soul—even if it’s all symbolic—that I adore. People have to eat to survive, and sure, modern medicine has made it possible to do so without ever using your mouths, but honestly, that’s no kind of existence. It’s a way station for the patient to utilize until he’s ready to join the living again. Then, when he does, he’ll consume whatever he has to—and lots of things he doesn’t—to survive.

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