Gerzi lays out in the shade sleeping while Grayson makes mulch of his roots. He's made himself busy, the golden sun glowing on his caramel skin that gleams from sweat. While lines scar his back and upper shoulders, most overlapping each other. Old battle scars from wars or fights. I don't think he's the type to enter a scuffle over a woman. He had tossed Daina aside with ease after claiming me as his own. And that was only after one encounter.
I sit on my seat a little preoccupied with myself. My mind still goes back to the madness that occured in that room and I don't mean that I've allowed Grayson to finger me. I couldn't still can't understand how Gerzi could remotely be apart of Grayson and him- both of them being one. All this time, that time when I had seen Gerzi for the first, he already knew who I was. I bet he was the one that told Grayson that I had escaped.
My eyes narrowed on my little nightmare, wishing I could maybe strangle him in his sleep but then thinki
