But as the adult she thought she was, she couldn’t avoid the nagging in the back of her mind. Getting groceries and preparing meals for the week would be the only thing that would give her some peace so she could get back to the next episode of The 100. Her brown hair swung in a low ponytail as...
Shaking his head to clear the fogginess, the scratching increased. What the fuck? He was laying face down on the carpet in his living room, still in the clothes he’d put on the previous morning. Rolling over, he sat up and rubbed a hand over his face, coughing when he inhaled the smell of ash. In...