Chapter Twelve.

HADEON'S POV:

The cold is coming. The air is misty, like a cool white smoke that lingers in the air instead of floating to the sky. It haze's my vision as I scan the garden keenly. I noticed Angelina seems to enjoy spending time here, she would try to come out here at each and every opportunity she got, I understand why. Even with the bare trees and ground it still holds a kind of magical beauty. Like my Angelina. Her beauty does not seem to diminish even when bruised and beaten, it only seems to grow. Her eyes are what hold the essence of her beauty, her soul. Even though I've spent such little time around her, I know for an absolute fact that If I were to spend a minute more I'd lose all control. I have to keep her away before she grows on me anymore, I'm already delaying hurting her parents because of her. I can't explain it, she's diminished the hatred that's been festering for years and I hate that. I hate her. I hate her but I want her and this is the dilemma