XANDERPaying no heed to the dust and grime on the floor. I stepped barefooted into the inner chamber, staring at the container that held my father’s head.Well, the sperm donor. He was never a father to me.I had the best scientists in the world find a way to reserve it. Because I needed to be seeing his lifeless eyes. To see him be turned to nothing but a body part in a box. And to know I did that.Right now, it doesn’t make me feel better.I want him alive again so I can kill him one more time. I want to watch the realization hit him once again. To let fear overtake him until he starts being scared of his own shadow.Dreaya had helped with that. Her best suit was manipulation and she used that.As good as she was with spells and magic, nothing could beat the damage she does with her mind. And she takes pride in that.You could never beat her when it comes to mind games. And my father had no chance. He ended up here because he betrayed her.I still don’t know what he did to her. But

ADRIANAI woke up in a dark room, I felt like I was tied up. I had no recollection of what happened or how I ended up there.The feeling only lasts a few minutes. And by the time I was fully awake, my memories were back and I was hit by a wave of anger. All directed at the man that has me locked in this room. I did try the door and it didn’t open.That reminded me of something. That feeling like I’ve been in this exact situation before but I don’t really have any recollection of it.I yelled and banged on the door, threatening to bring hell to Xander and his pack if he didn't let me out. My cries fell on deaf ears because the door wasn’t opened. In fact no one came to my aid. And I haven’t seen the cause of my distress or even heard his voice closely.There was a window, which I thought of climbing out of. But just the sight of the distance between it and the ground had me rethinking.I decided to take the risk when no one came for me even a day later. It didn’t budge. It seemed like

ADRIANAXander has to have lost his mind.Wait, I already know. The man is crazy. If not, why the hell would he think this is my home in any way. He has kept me prisoner for the past two days and he expects me to take this as a home.What a fucking clown?!I suddenly didn’t want to leave the place. But that has nothing to do with him. It is just so I can make his life miserable. That has become my new focal point. The need to disrupt every single part of his life is itching me.It may not be a major change. I just want to do things that I know will set him off. Have something ticking at the back of his head constantly. He won’t know what it is or how to turn it off. But it will drive him crazy and that is what I crave. It will be like a sweet vial of blood with a wicked tinge.I shook my head pulling myself from the very violent thoughts. I’m a little taken aback by this line of thought. I couldn’t believe my mind was conjuring up deranged things like this.Perhaps being close to Xand

XANDERDonovan is that one annoying sibling that won’t take your simple answer for what it is and leave you the fuck alone. He asked what I was wearing, I said it was nothing.Any decent human being would let it go and mind his own fucking business. Not Donovan though. He kept pushing and bugging me to tell him what was going on.“You can’t just decide to start wearing that after centuries of keeping it away.” He argued. “Now tell me for the last time. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?”“You stressing each word is not going to make me tell you what I don’t want to.” I told him honestly.He growls, not liking that. I gave a carless shrug and looked back at my computer. My forehead creases when I don’t see Adriana on the bed, where she last was.I panicked for about five seconds before I found her figure standing by the window. I relaxed in my seat, knowing there is no way she would try something as stupid as climbing out of it. My room is on the fourth floor, which she can easily see wit

XANDER I’ve got a skip in my step as we walk up the stairs with Adriana. I’m sure anyone could smell her nervousness from a mile away. It didn’t help that she was making it extremely obvious. Her breathing was coming out in short ragged pants. I’ve asked her if she was okay four times now. And we haven't even gotten up the second flight of stairs. I didn’t want any surprises. Or finding out she was sick and it wasn’t just a ploy to distract me. When I volunteered to carry her over my shoulder. She stopped making any sound altogether. “I’m just kidding. I’ll carry you in my arms. You liked it the last time.”