The book taunted him.
He couldn't see it, but he knew it was there. Sitting underneath the mattress.
Tempting him.
Daring him to crack its pages open again.
He resisted. Perhaps if he had more to do than to stare at the walls in this comfortable prison, it would be easier to ignore that journal.
The book beckoned to him. All he had to do was reach down and take it.
He didn't want to.
The Dark Ace clamped his hands to his chest, and turned over on his side.
Damn the journal. Damn it to hell.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 97