[ graveyards. it's difficult to think about. his pack had dug the graves themselves, in a quiet, shady part of the mill grounds, but Derek had been the one to spiral the rope, to plant the wolfsbane to bind them. forcing himself to look past the tidal wave of grief, he focuses instead on what she's telling him. it might not be much, but it's something, and that's more than he had.
would Laura want to stay? is it selfish for him to hope so?
gaze dragged up again by the sound of her voice, he stares at the direction she seems to be standing in, a wary frown contorting his mouth. ]
And how would I pay you for that? It doesn't exactly seem like cash in hand is going to work.
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would Laura want to stay? is it selfish for him to hope so?
gaze dragged up again by the sound of her voice, he stares at the direction she seems to be standing in, a wary frown contorting his mouth. ]
And how would I pay you for that? It doesn't exactly seem like cash in hand is going to work.