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The feeling of wrongness chases me from my nightmares. Except I wasn’t dreaming of the slaughter this time, at least I don’t think so, closing my eyes, I see fog, the grass is wet, the breeze is still, quiet. I try to peer through the fog, trying to see what? A face maybe? A strange feeling settles in my belly, making me want to get out of my skin, not the erotic way Zayne does but familiar.

My stomach churns, and bitter taste on my tongue. I hate being so damned sensitive. A shudder at the thought, pressing my palms to my eyes and releasing an exasperated breath.

I wake up late, probably because I slept late, chatting on my phone and then surfing the internet after discovering YouTube until Zayne told me to put that thing away and go to sleep. He sounded like he was losing his patience and I didn’t want to test him.

Earlier today, a message was waiting in my inbox from Sky telling me that I’m off patrol duty until I get my shit sorted. Which means more mental exercise for me so I
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