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throb again. I toss the horrible coffee into a nearby trash bin and tuck my hands into my jacket pockets. Could I at least have a nice dream? I ask, without much hope. He’s furious. I can feel his neon rage simmering just beneath his calm. I seriously doubt I’ll get away without throwing up tonight.
Summon me and I’ll give you an eternity of good dreams.
Just the idea of an eternity with him makes me shudder as I start trudging back towards my house. Can you get out of my head now? I guess . . . I guess I’ll see you tonight.
Yeah, you will.
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E. J. Frost is an American living in the wilds of North-West England.
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Watch for the sequel to Neon Blue, Blood Yellow, coming soon.
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Neon Blue
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