Merry criminy, dear readers, we're back and at 'em with the bad.
This chapter isn't quite as hair-raising as the last two; mostly it just made me want to set something on fire and also laugh very hard occasionally. Don't worry, folks, we're on the last leg of the truly nauseating parts: if you can weather this with me, we'll get to point and laugh instead of point and scream soon enough. This is chapter 8 of Moonlit Obsession.
Warning: no physical abuse in this chapter, but the love interest continues to be skin-crawlingly creepy, there are allusions to assault (it doesn't happen, but it's discussed), and I rant about how abusive the romance in this book is, so beware.
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| Yet again, I'm substituting Deadfall screencaps for photos of the faces I was making while reading. Oh, awful Nic Cage movies... only you understand my anguish. |





