Re: Webster's Vinyl: Harper L & Ceil L
He's not a dog. [Simply, because the was kindred. The dog was demon damned, and she could tell. She wasn't sure what he was, and she'd no name for the thing he was, but she knew he smelled of Hellfire. The scent was heavy outside the shop, and she knew there was no hound come there for her, because there would be no point to it.] Hopefully, he's for you, and not Ceil. But she does foolish things with these men online. She gets thousands off them, and she gives nothing back, and it'll catch up to her one day.
[Harper wasn't sure she could prevent it. All the wishing in the world couldn't change Ceil's stripes, nor did Harper truly want to.] I left without thinking of anyone but myself.