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ZAIA. Blow after blow… The pain in my body is screaming at me to stop, to take a break and breathe… but I don’t want to. I refuse to. This is a way to release the rage inside of me and it’s… empowering. “Zaia… let’s take a break.” Atticus’s breathless voice comes as he grabs my fist, yanking me
“I mean… would it be fair to the woman I settle for when I am in love with someone else?” his voice is quiet, but his words are clear. I look across at him. “I’m not worth it,” I say quietly as I sit up. “I told you I’ll wait. Even if there’s no end… I’ll still wait.” He sits up, but I refuse to l
“And I’m beginning to not like you again,” Jai mutters. “Jai, I’m just trying to help.” Atticus says, a sliver of irritation in his voice. “Yeah, what I’m seeing is you getting a little too cosy the moment Seb isn’t in the picture.” Jai shoots back. “Jai!” Valerie says as Atticus stands up his ey
SEBASTIAN. Every day that passes is excruciating. From the moment I left her, turning my back on her, I have been unable to sleep knowing that I betrayed her once again. How does one recover from such pain? I know this time I won’t have another chance because no one deserves more than a second…
“And why do we have someone who is worthless?” I ask nonchalantly. “Well now, that ain’t your business, is it? We heard that someone is coming for him. I guess he wants to test your loyalty.” He smirks, almost challengingly. I look back at him, unphased. “I don’t fucking have anything to prove. He
“Do you understand what we’re saying?” “One hundred per cent,” I reply, trying to control the rage that is threatening to explode within me. (END OF FLASHBACK) And until then, I have to do as they want… They’ll be watching even if I’ll be the one with Hugh, but something tells me there’s more to
SEBASTIAN. She bursts through the door like the Goddess herself, a deep orange glow coating her vibrant auburn fur as she launches herself at me. I jump to the side as she snarls, turning and glaring at me and for a moment all I can think of is how magnificent and powerful she looks. “Zaia!” Hugh
‘Kill Hugh Toussaint. The Father’s orders.’ Gaultier’s strained voice comes. I glance at Hugh, who has just freed himself from his cuffs as he staggers to his feet. His eyes are on the gun in the corner. Grab it… ‘Get the gun!’ Gaultier snarls. I turn sharply when Zaia bites into my neck, I shake