*** Riley’s POV *** Looking at the time, I growled. The storm would be moving on from here soon and if I didn’t choose our so called “gift”, she’d choose for us and we could be stuck with multiple events happening at once. I was still boiling and I didn’t want to talk to Zayle right now.Opening the door, I quietly made my way down the stairs. Zayle was on the couch but he was asleep, his hand still holding papers. I stared at him for a moment. He looks so beautiful and yet all I wanted to do was punch him.Taking the papers out of his hand, I allowed my scent to fill the room as I gently laid him down on the couch. Grabbing a blanket, I threw it over him. I walked back up the stairs and opened up my escape hatch window.Someone, I guessed Oliver, replaced my cigarettes, lighter and bowl. Grabbing them, I slipped out into the rain, sitting in my spot under the pitch. Shielding the flame f
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