I drift, for what seems to be an eternity filled with excruciating pain and pleasure. Sparks explode behind my eyes and my knees buckle.
I see red, and lightning. My world cleaves and all that I am, all that is left is that tether that makes us one.
I may have been crying or moaning. I can't say, my consciousness is somewhere else, floating, shattering, transforming, becoming.
Ezra's joy knows no limit. I could tell her she's a fool for feeling joy, but my reservoir for words has been emptied out. I lose myself slowly.
Who am I?
I am his Erasthai, and I have been marked for all of eternity. Who is Gin? Gin is gone.
Mr. Winchester's teeth retracts slowly, his tongue caressing where his canines had been. He does it slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Territorial bastard, s
