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Part 2 done. Not sure how long this series will be, but I'm enjoying this.

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Danny’s been more cautious that he has to be. He cooks, but tries to avoid cutting any part of him with a knife. He hardly breaks any glasses or anything made of glass for that matter. Wyatt things he’s just OCD or something, and Danny’s fine with whatever Wyatt believes, as long as he doesn’t know the truth. Everyone’s born with milk white blood, a sign of completely purity. The more crimes you commit, the darker your blood becomes. At this point, Danny’s blood is practically pitch black. Of course he can’t let Wyatt find that out. Wyatt loves him, and he loves him back just as much. He can’t afford to lose him. It’s why Danny’s hands are shaking as Wyatt watches the dark, black liquid dripping from the cut on his arm. There’s a bunch of curse words dancing around Danny’s brain and he has no idea what to do -- so he stays still. He doesn’t know what to say  -- so he stays quiet.

“Sometimes I think you just like to push my buttons. Are my buttons just that pushable? I’d really like to know. Enlighten me.”

    It was only her first week back in the States after having lived in France for the past three years. All Madeline had intended on doing was getting settled. After all she still had stuff to unpack. Instead she found herself at her sister's engagement party. Her mother had thrown a legendary fit when Madeline had mentioned not going. It wasn't exactly easy for her to even find something to wear. Let alone to find something for her son to wear. She had been in the middle of a conversation with a cousin when she heard her sister's voice," Maddie!" She found herself cringing at the childhood nickname before she was turning," Yeah?" Her sister was walking towards her and seemed to be dragging who she assumed was her fiancee behind her," I want you to meet someone!" Madeline nearly dropped the flute of champagne when her eyes landed on the man who was marrying her sister. He was someone that she hadn't seen in three years. Someone that she had left in his own bed without so much as saying goodbye. She forced herself to smile and went to hold out her hand," Hi," she greeted," I'm Madeline, pleasure to meet the man who stole my sister's heart."

Or that it's really working for him.

     he hasn’t seen the blonde in forever ------ she left with her siblings and the last time that he had seen her she saved his life. ❛  so, what brings you back to town ?  ❜