Hh-32

I stand over her, watching her sleep. I shouldn't be here and I knew I was being careless by skipping the meeting I had with my general early in the morning, but the aftermath of last night kept her from waking up. I was careful, to not make any noise. Hazel was sensitive to my presence, to presence of any one of us. That’s why she looked like hunted doe every time me or my brothers were near her.

I was still ignorant why I was doing this, but I was sure of one thing. She was mine. I tried to stay away, to keep my beast at bay, ignored her at some point, but I kept thinking about her. I did not knew what her father or what part she played in her father’s little play, I was going to bind her to me. This was more torturous for her than death.

I want her and that was unreasonable.

The craze and hatred I had for her were side-by-side. I want to taste those soft lips again, and feel the smoothness of her sun kissed skin under my fingertips, to bury my fingers into her thick locks and he