Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Khalil POV

I must be really crazy, or simply tired of living an empty life.

Those were the two conclusions I drew up as I mounted my black beast and soared into the night with the roar of motorbikes filling the night air. The vibrations of the deep rumbles of the engine between my thighs were a living entity, the air fresher to breathe despite the pollution that clogged the sky with mucky, black smoke. The air twirled in my hair like invisible gingers, massaging my beaten-up scalp and the rest of my exhausted body.

I felt alive! Even though the idea of storming through the Gemini Coven gates sounded like a one way ticket to hell; I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and disappear into the night. Which- I wouldn't lie- flashed through my mind intermittently.

Of course, that would be the biggest slap in Riftan’s face; a great disappointment to the only person I was inclined to prove myself to, but then again... He was probably more used to me disappointing him than ac