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Chapter 22

FLAMES

‘STAY CALM. SNAKES IS RUNNING TESTS’

“It’s been TWO fucking hours”, I exhaled, hand on my hip, the other hand scrubbing the stressful lines on my forehead.

The minute I walked in found Blaze hurdled on a corner assessing the woman who looked ready to attack at any moment. My heart fucking lunged.

The room she was in—fuck, fuck that bastard—reeked acridly of sewage, damp socks, the ground itself was wet and she was fucking barefoot.

Her clothes, the same shirt and jeans she was in when we separated hugged her body but they weren’t in the least bit clean. They were dirty, filled with claw marks, the thought of whose claw marks they were invaded my thoughts and I wanted to shoot everything and everyone.

Some few plates lay scattered on the room, shattered, dirty.

The blanket a few feet from her told me that was the only thing that shielded her from the cold, from fucking pneumonia and there she was, staring at me, at my direction really but not at me.

Her lips curled up with frigh
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