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All The Fallen ~*~ Chapter 19 ~*~ Tainted
All The Fallen ~*~ Chapter 19 ~*~ Tainted
Susan felt her approaching and the hair rose at the back of her neck. Was there anyone acting normal tonight? A dull thudding headache spread across her forehead and she closed her indigo eyes. Alice was oblivious but Doyle immediately felt it as well and reached out to touch Susan’s hand, eyes intensifying in color as her concern mounted.
Jo walked into the room and a sudden invisible hand clutched her heart, the un-beating, unfeeling heart. She closed her eyes to the feelings, wondering where they were emanating from. She spotted Alice first, then the rest of the women at the table. Jo turned, her eyes taking in the patrons, trying to focus on what had just slammed into her, but she found no answers.
She wasn’t much for company at the moment but she saw Helena, just who she’d been looking for in the first place, and realized she didn’t have much of a choice but to intrude on the gathering.
Her mind was running with the possibilities of what Shane might have done, if it had been Shane at all. In her heart, or even deeper than that, she knew it was her. It had to be, for there to be part of her own DNA at the scene, it had to be Shane.
“Helena.” Jo said in a thick voice and Helena’s blue eyes lit up at the sight of Jo, then she sat down quickly, realizing that Jo didn’t have her children with her.
“I was about 4 hours too late.” Jo said before she could ask and Susan saw something different in Jo, something much more human than normal. And distressed. Not a feeling she associated with her. Jo was always a cool customer, unflappable and steadfast in any crisis.
“Sit, Jo.” Susan ordered in a neutral voice and for some reason, the woman did as she was told. Helena’s head hung down, and Jo sighed. She licked her lips, trying to find the words she desperately wanted to comfort her.
“I’m sorry, I guess someone is one step ahead of me. If you can tell me anything…” Jo began, a hot wave of emotions slammed into her…longing, heartbreak, fear… and Jo cleared her throat, holding it all back. When the hell had she become empathic?
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This was a surprise, though you had lost this . You and windrider are great to gethet we need more of them . Thanks god for F/F thanks bvh
Extremely hot. I’d handcuff Bette to my headboard any day of the week!!!! Lucky Candace!