Suki Blue Fiction

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Xander screwed his eyes shut and prayed to all available gods that he would live through the night. He’d been through some traumas in his time: monsters, giant insects, apocalypses, Giles in the raw.

But this? It was way beyond terror. It was the lowlight of his dogged and unlucky existence. It was the wrath of fate bringing him to his knees and teaching him a lesson for holding the cursed name of Harris.

“Spike, love of my life?”

With a maniacal expression and a death grip on the steering wheel, Spike answered, “Yeah, pet?”

“Could you please slow down?”