LOGINShe texted me. Thinking of the angel- my Hazel is no devil- if at all, I am the devil. ‘Good morning. Get a good rest? I know I did. Although would’ve preferred waking up to you.’ I read. I should not be this delighted by a text message. My cheeks should not be this burned due to a wide grin on m
- KILLIAN - ‘I am sure you guessed I won’t find you. Time’s up.’ I read the message I sent to the murderer on my phone screen, while rinsing my face in the sink. Placed by the sink on the sink counter is my phone, the message open before me. It is time. The hour I have been waiting for to have
- KILLIAN - She’s asleep. She always sleeps off so quickly after we indulge in anything sexual. It’s always so marvelling to watch. How relaxing and pleasurable it is for her to make her fall asleep. It also gives me time to spend watching her. Time I’ve not really had recently. I let out a sigh,
“I think they’ll be handsome. And well trained. Like their father.” Killian lets out a sigh at my words. “I think what I fear the most is having my kids turn out to be like me. Birthing them under the curse of my existence. I wouldn’t want to do that to them. Especially people so innocent of it.”
- HAZEL - Killian pulls him to the side, they’re near enough to me for me to see them but far away that I cannot hear them. I can see worry form on Tristan’s face. He looks like a man who knows he’s doomed before the real sorrow begins. And Killian? He looks just as bland as ever. Just this tim
- KILLIAN - The conversation with my uncle was unsettling at best. It went in every direction I wished it hadn’t and I was so close to losing my composure. That vain man truly desires a share of my father’s empire. He wants what belongs to my brother and I, legally in fact. He wants access to ev







