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Chapter 92: Attack

HARDIN'S POV

"Damn it! I could have achieved my aim if only this son of a bitch wasn't there to stop me," I said with spite in my voice, clenching my hand into a fist. If only Nyall wasn't there then Eric would have been dead by now. I sat on my chair in my house with my eyes darting around. I felt so irritated by everything and everyone around and none of them seemed to make sense. With my lips pursed, I rose to my feet in search of what to feed on. My belly ached for something beautiful but sad enough, the kitchen was as dry as the Sahara desert. A sigh escaped from my lips. I Walked back to the room with fallen head. As I sat back on the chair, my mind began to think of other ways to get to Eric. I wanted to end him once and for one. Seeing him alive and well irritated me..

"Don't you have any conscience? What has he done to you for you to want to kill him?" This same conscience accused me. I laughed, a devilish laugh. It was actually funny and it took me almost five minutes to und
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