The Ghytto has a mind of its own. It seems to dictate life and death. Good and bad, it's fine. If you’re a vampire you don't have to worry much. It’s that time of year where vampires gather for a feast, the royal House of Angels has fallen, the ghytto feels this. The realm feels different. Deidre goes to a top school in Maine but it’s falling apart as well as his life. It’s fine, his brother he never knew offers help. Aleigha just needs his help finding their mother’s killer. And Deidre is like,
July: Sure would suck if this book had child abuse
Mokiri: My innocence
Cederica: Ding dong
Tori: HUSH...
Cederica: Pills
July: Well, she's high again
Aleigha: Y'all kids got problems but in other news the story is deep
July: Sure would suck if this book had child abuse
Mokiri: My innocence
Cederica: Ding dong
Tori: HUSH...
Cederica: Pills
July: Well, she's high again
Aleigha: Y'all kids got problems but in other news the story is deep