- HAZEL - I’m angry. Seeing her here all relaxed and comfortable with that smile I want to scrape off her face with a knife infuriates every bone in my body. Knowing she never told me her name and knew Killian this whole time irritates me to the bone. Him not mentioning a single word about her to
I feel so stupid. “And you were easy to mess with.” She adds. “Watch your mouth, Asami.” My eyelids flutter to stare at Killian. So now he speaks up for me? Tch. “What?” She chuckles. “It’s true. I’m just glad the cat’s out of the bag and I don’t have to pretend anymore. It was one thing tryin
- KILLIAN - “Well that was definitely a chore.” Asami laughs. My head is bowed to the ground as I stand still in place. She thinks this is funny? Hazel has been lurking around the house long enough to know we were in here and know something about Asami that I didn’t tell her. Plus her laptop wa
The silent scream that left her lips along with her widened gaze told a lot of words. My action took her unaware. My grip on her neck tightens. Her attempt to break my hand free was all but a futile feeble attempt. I’m trying so hard to be calm so not to do something drastic but at the same time,
- HAZEL - My fingers are itchy. I’ve been scratching the back of my palm throughout this whole ride that it’s starting to twinge. I finally decide to stop before the scratch turns into little sores across my skin and now, I’m biting my fingernails instead. I am so freaking pissed. Every time my
My palm squeezes harder on my aching fist. I see my hand reddening due to the tight grip. I just wish something could take the pain I’m feeling away. Anything at all. “We’re here.” Ahmed’s voice jerks me out of my thoughts. Right. I wipe the tears across my face and sniff, trying to firming my a
- ASAMI - I am gasping for air. My fingers feast on the swells on my neck as I struggle to make my way down the corridor. My knees hurt. My whole body is trembling with the stings and ache caused by broken ceramic pieces dug into my skin. I’m bleeding. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that
- HAZEL - I yawn. My hand leans over my shoulder and my fingers massage it as I move my other arm backwards in a circular motion, stretching my joint. I peer my eyes lower to rest on the time showing at the bottom of my laptop screen. It’s five pm. I begin to crack my neck, stretching my whole bo