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Chapter eighty one

Zayn's POV

I was relaxing on the veranda, letting the warm morning breeze dance with my hair.

My eyes were closed and I brought my left hand holding the cigarette up and brought it to my lips.

I took a deep drag on the stub and sucked it into my chest, following that with a deep inhale before I exhaled out roughing, puffs of air forming around my face.

Huhmmmm…. so soothing.

Cigarettes don't really do anything to shifters, seeing as we burn the nicotine so fast before it gets to our lungs, blotting out any chance of getting high.

But I do like the repetitive action, somehow I find it soothing.

I have been meaning to stop for a while now, but it is a terribly bad habit to break.

I let out another puff of air, inhaling the sweet smell of the cigarette when my ears prickled, hearing footsteps coming this way.

I sighed, my calmness fading instantly and annoyance fast taking its place.

I gave explicit orders to not be disturbed for some hours, were they deaf?

I wanted to luxuriate in the
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