27; On Edge.

27- “On edge.”.

Adrian Moretti.

Camilla is alive. I couldn’t believe it. For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, that I’ve yearned so much for her over the years so my brain was starting to play tricks on me by having hallucinations of her, it wouldn’t be the first time anyway, I’ve had that one too many times over the years that it’s become norm to me—it blended perfectly well with the image the people seemed to have painted of me over the years, and dare I remind you that I couldn’t care less about it.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it as well, it gave the people an edge to stay the fuck away from me, which is one thing I needed over the years the absolute most. I’d been living off their fears for me, and it’s sick, but I enjoy it quite a lot. There’s nothing that could shake me up from that spot, except for the woman seated across me.

‘Adrian’ Caleb’s warning voice came through my mind link, from where he was seated on the third seat to me. Betas weren