Forty: Hate.

KAYLA.

“You should walk faster if we’re going to get somewhere before morning” Lucien threw a look over his shoulders back at me and I diverted my eyes from the pictures in my hands. We walked through Manila forest in the dead of the night and he was just a few meters ahead of me.

Although, he paused in that second to snatch what was in my hands.

“What are you looking at?” His eyes fell on the photographs before rolling them to the back of his head. “Give me that!” I fought back as he burst into a soft chuckle a second later. “I’m sorry but this one is just plain hilarious—“ He stretched out one of them and I got a hold of it.

“This is an interesting angle too, I’ll give him that” I brushed his shoulders and his laughter died down. Lucien trailed behind and I could foresee how insufferable this journey was about to be with him here. Although I never saw more than a smirk across his lips, it was harder to believe that the sound of his chuckles were even more infuriating.

“Where are we