Cian's POVFrom the crown of my head to the sole of my feet was a horror. Covered in bruises and dressed in my clothes that had now become rags, torn at the hem and other unimaginable places, so bad that even a mad man would think twice before putting them on, I limped towards my pack, barefooted, hungry, tired and poisoned. The bastard had release me and dropped me close to my pack, but leaving an ample distance for me to walk, knowing how weak he had made me.I sat beside him in the car, his unruly beta driving. I watched him through cloudy eyes that I couldn't even open clearly, seeing the man I had always wanted to murder right in front of me without being able to do anything. I tried to move my hands, aiming for his eyes, but was betrayed by the way my body felt. He had smiled. That wretched smile, annoying me to the core, before flicking my limp hand away like it was some kind of toy a child flicked at.I was close to my pack but not close enough to stop walking and call for Da
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