Chapter Fifty-four

(Ashton's pov)

Gwendolyn was like a wild flame and I was her moth. I just can't stay away. I tell myself I loath her and want her gone by all means. But in reality, I see myself drawn to her.

I have to break her, everything that makes her. I aim to make her beg, grovel for me before I will reach my brink. Before I will feel the satisfaction that comes from getting my revenge on her kind. For everything Emma did to me.

But with every day I spend with her, it looked like I was becoming a shadow of myself. I was doing the exact opposite of what I wished for. All because of the curse of the bond.

I slammed the bottle of alcohol in my hand on the desk, stood and staggered to the window and pushed the curtain away to sniff outside. It was a windy night, stipulating rain beckoned. But, there was something else. A familiar scent.

Why am I perceiving her scent outside? I racked my head, then shook it and dropped the curtains to step back. It might be a trap of the mind. I was becoming too c