Cards of Love

Death

By Tabatha Kiss

***Every king needs his queen.*** I’ve felt him. My whole life, I’ve felt him. That touch on the back of my neck in an empty room. That sound on the wind of someone saying my name. That sinking feeling of eyes watching me in the dark. I told myself I was crazy. It was just nerves. My imagination playing tricks. But he was there. Watching. Listening. Waiting. *Until now.*

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