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Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasia
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48 Chs

Chapter 20

I awoke drenched in sweat, jolting Ash from his pillow. It felt as if Drex's hands had been all over my body, tugging me back to him. I grabbed my phone and saw it was 8:30 am. A reasonable hour. I gathered my things and Ash, then hopped into my car. Setting the GPS to the address Helana had given me the night before, I started off in that direction.

When I arrived, an older man greeted me with a stern look. "This is private parking, hun. You're gonna need to park down the way if you're going to that party." His thick accent made me smile, reminding me of my grandmother. Down the street, I noticed a bounce house and balloons.

"Actually, I'm here to see Aydin Johnson?" I said, feeling a bit shy.

"Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, hun. Those people sure know how to throw a party, but it never ends. I don't mind being the bad guy of the neighborhood and telling them to piss off," he said, waving me closer with a hand that looked like it had seen many years of hard work.