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25. Warmth and Desire
Over the next serval days, Max had no idea what to do in regards to Hel. She kept encroaching on his space a lot. Especially when he stopped to rest or sleep. She kept holding onto him when he did. Half refused to let him up when he demanded she let go of him. He didn’t know why he wasn’t waking up to her coming against him in his sleep. He normally had a very good alarm system.
Then again she wasn’t trying to hurt him or anything. He thought about this as they had gotten on a ferry to cross to France. He stared out over the water thinking. She was a dangerous being. Here she was crawling into his bed and holding on to him. It was kind of a mind fuck if he did say so himself. Who in their right mind thought a goddess of death just laid next you and didn’t harm you? He barely knew her, but that didn’t seem to stop her. However spending serval days attached at the hip you started to see into a p
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“You okay?” He asked her where they were crouched behind a car. They had to take cover like everyone else on the street. It was utter chaos, a random act of violence. Max again thought the world cruel. “Yeah, a bullet just grazed my arm.” She said and Max was looking over at an older man on the ground who wasn’t moving. Max moved slightly toward him and Hel grabbed his arm. “He’s gone Max, you can’t help him.” Sirens were sounding, and there was shouting from the masked armed men. More explosions that sounded like they were throwing grenades. Max went to lean back to take cover and this odd dizziness came over him. He shook his head and sat back hard. “Max?” Hel said and as he sat back she saw the blood pooling on his shirt from his chest. He was blinking rather rapidly and seemed confused.
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