"Jack," he whispered, ducking his head and nipping sharply at Jack's neck, and then kissing the mark softly.
More and more people were vanishing every day, and Logan couldn't help but wonder who would be next. He couldn't help but wonder who'd be left to mourn, who'd hurt and who would cry, and which bed would be empty next.
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Date: 2008-10-15 12:48 am (UTC)More and more people were vanishing every day, and Logan couldn't help but wonder who would be next. He couldn't help but wonder who'd be left to mourn, who'd hurt and who would cry, and which bed would be empty next.