Chapter thirty six

Zirah's POV

ON seeing the message, I tried calling either Tristan or Damon but it didn't go through. Tristan's line rang about the first three trials, and after that, my calls went straight to voicemail while Damon's was unreachable throughout.

I sent several text messages in reply but I didn't get any answer either, either he was reading it and deigned not to reply or he didn't even bother to check.

I wanted to storm over to his house and demand answers for this unjust behavior but I held myself back with the little self-respect I had. Going there and getting tossed out or rejected again would be more than I can bear right now because I know there's a reason he brought me here and not his home. I got the message they were sending out to me. Loud and clear.

Unbidden, a tear dropped from my eyes followed by another. Then another. Until they were running down my face in a steady stream, painful, silent sobs.

I remembered every moment with him, the fun times we had together. Had.

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