CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

GINEVRA

My orbs glistened with a deep, dark shadow where demons resided, two hands, fingers dark, pressing firm against my throat. On one hand, was disbelief, and on the other, hatred.

I couldn’t come off it.

I was completely engulfed.

I couldn’t breathe. I wanted—needed this to be a dream, and even so, it wasn’t going to be a sweet dream. I was in a black hole, surrounded by nothing but darkness.

That smile plastered across his face—Ghost had been mocking my present state. I was pathetic.

The palpitations of my heart held anomalies, my eyes, tear-filled, closed shut in a blink, and yet, darkness remained. It was a lie, everything that was shared between Ghost and I. It was all a lie.

‘I desire to make a powerful enemy out of you’—those were the words which he had spoken to me.

Power, he gave me. But instead of becoming enemies, we had sealed our alliance by pleasuring one another. So I thought.

All this time, with every kiss, every stroke, every moan, every release, every