Kamari's Point of View Blood. It was everywhere. It shoved itself into my nose. My mouth. Flooded my lungs until all I could do was gasp. Flail around and pray that it would end. But it didn’t. It carried on its assault on me. Broke some humane part of my soul. I whimpered in distress. Tried to get the body off of me, to no avail. The man that I had killed hovered above me. Lips close to my ear. ‘You should have let me fuck you.’ He would whisper from time to time. Sobs would break in my throat, never to reach my lips. Maybe he was right. It would have been better for him to have raped me instead of this. Blood never washed off of your hands. I was now a killer. No one would ever look at me the same again. “Kamari.” A distant voice called luring me back into the land of the living. I fought it. Lingered longer in my misery. A man was now dead because of me and there was no hiding from it. I had to accept what I have done. Claim it as part of myself. “Kamari.” The voice sound
Zayan’s Point of View Acting like a cunt was the last thing I had wanted to do. It was clear that Kamari was angry with me. Any sane person would be, considering I wouldn’t relent, even when she got uncomfortable about the subject. Demanding to go with? What the fuck had gotten into me? What would my presence even change? All I could do now was wait until she made contact again. It was the best and only option I had. But it drove me insane, considering she didn’t have a phone anymore. Instead of going biking with her, I should have gotten her a new phone. Fuck. At least then I would be able to call. To hear if she was still fine. Still angry with me. Space. She needed space. “If you carry on gripping your phone like that, it is going to break.” My dad said from behind the espresso machine. He was on his third one for the afternoon. The amount of caffeine he consumed wasn’t good for his heart but the man wouldn’t listen. Apparently he had to die of something. Glowering at him,
Zayan’s Point of View Eris was in my shower. I could hear her curse as she scrubbed. Howled in pain from time to time. There must have been more bruises on her beneath her clothes. Dotted her blemish-free skin. My hands were still fisted at my sides as I sat on the edge of my bed. Propped my legs up on the balls of my feet. I was coiled. Ready to strike. Kill. Maim whoever came looking for her. Whoever dared touch her again. Because if Arik wanted her, he would have to go through me. Because no one else would have hurt her. Only him. Lost girl? Kamari, most likely. He had encountered her and lost his shit on Eris. This was her fault, then. Arik hitting her. She must have upset him and he had taken it out on my mate. The only light point in my life. ‘She is a fucking pit-viper.’ My father’s words echoed through me. Silent and haunting. I shivered. Bit my bottom lip until I was sure it would be blue in a bit. Pit-viper my ass. She was a wounded woman who knew where to turn when s
Kamari's Point of View The breeze was a welcome relief compared to the oppressive heat of the house. Granted, several bodyguards stood watch over me. Hovered too close. It was fine. This was fine. I was fine. Or so I tried to convince myself and everyone around me. The incident still lingered in the back of my mind. Like a plague that refused to go away. Sometimes, I would be thrown back into it. Shoved so far down into my memory that I almost forgot that I was no longer living there. A living nightmare. "You phoned him..." I said when I heard Nolan's footsteps approaching. His room was right next to mine. And the walls were thin. I had heard the entire conversation he had had with Zayan. It wasn't pretty. "I'm sorry, Kamari. I wanted to get him here but he has other... things to take care of." The hitch in his voice betrayed his lie. Or omission. Luckily, I knew him well enough to sense the change in his voice. And I had heard everything. Some part of me wanted to be mad at
Malakai's Point of View "Yes, mom, I know it is dangerous, but he has been settling in. Patrols have doubled, and I am always carrying a firearm. Keanu doesn't want to return home." For the first time in my life, I was pleading with my parents to keep my brother. It was rather strange and unexpected. Normally I would chew their ears off if I was saddled with babysitting him. But Keanu wanted to stay with Kamari. Especially after this morning. It seemed like the two of them had had a heart-to-heart. Which I understood, seeing as the girl intrigued me as well. Something about her was different. Not in your stereotypical kind of way. More along the lines of how she was able to hold her ground against me in a verbal battle. This only left me to deal the blow to my parents. Needless to say, neither was pleased. "Malakai,'' Fuck, she was using that tone with me. Mother meant business. "This isn't up for debate. Keanu will be coming home tomorrow." Only the former Luna could ever tell
Hello dear readers. If you have gotten this far, thank you so much for the support for the new book. I appreciate it a bunch. You have always been blessings to me and my stories and I am glad to see that this one is no exception. I want to apologize for the last two chapters. It seems that I updated them incorrectly and tried to fix it as soon as possible. The wonderful staff at Goodnovel will most likely approve the changes to the chapters tomorrow. The chapters will then be fixed. You will also notice that the numbering of the chapters is going to change, as I skipped the number 46 when naming my chapters and had to adjust everything from then on. I hope you can see past my errors and still enjoy this book. All of my love and adoration. Alexa.
Kamari's Point of View"The therapist will be in around seven. The doctor says that you might need to see someone earlier than expected, seeing as you are already coping with what took place." My dad said, nursing his cup of coffee in his hands. I nodded. Folded my arms on the table and looked out over the backyard again.Just beyond the trees closest to us, a man nearly..."When do you want to go home?" I asked, finally looking back at him. Gaelan's eyebrows scrunched together. Confusion clouded his eyes. I wanted to wipe his lips from the coffee stain lingering on his upper lip. Dust away the crumbs from the cookies he ate. Forced myself to not linger on the fact that someone thought I was coping well when my insides were on fire most of the time. I was hiding it. Shoving it down, down, down. Well enough, at least, that my parents and a doctor thought I could get my trauma debriefing earlier than expected."I thought you wanted to stay longer." He countered and set his cup down o
Zayan's Point of ViewI woke up to her in my arms. Curled up and hair splayed on the pillow. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I sighed, enjoying this moment of silence together.She looked serene whilst asleep. Became a spitfire when awake. The ultimate transformation. One I could watch over and over again for the rest of my life.Her face was toward the window. Had soft rays of sunshine dancing on her tan skin. The dip of her waist right before meeting her lush hips was an open invitation.I kissed the hollow space. Watched as she slowly came out of her sleepy haze. Blinked up at me a few times. A lazy grin spread over her face and I felt my heart skip a beat or two."Good morning, sunshine." I drawled, kissing Eris' shoulder blade.She giggled in reply and kicked the blankets off of her legs. The bruises were turning a sickly yellow. Which was good. It meant that it would be gone by the end of the day and we could forget the attack ever happened.Go back to how we used t