There’s no guarantee that I would be able to stop myself if I ever bring myself to look at her. I wouldn’t want to stay away from her and that’s the last thing she needs. She needs to be away from me until she’s fully recovered. Sighing, I pushed my door open and I was hit with a sudden smell that
Besides, I already have a son. “Not like you would have been able to do anything about it.” I stopped walking as I threw my head back to look at him and his lips twitched but he wasn’t smiling. Not exactly but if someone else wore that reaction on his face, I might have been able to call it a laug
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. “What do you think about the torturing process?” I asked Lucien as I stepped aside to take off my gloves and wash the blood off my hand in the basin one of my men had provided. “What are you asking me, Overlord?” Lucien asked with his voice low and the kind of tone that said ‘I’
By the tenth, he was sobbing, head bowed forward, sweat and blood painting him in a sheen of human ruin as his eyes begged me but…. …. I wasn’t done. This wasn’t even near enough to satisfy me at all. “Oh no,” I whispered, dragging a sawtooth knife down his chest, not deep enough to kill him but
“You look like you’re doing well.” I said. It was a lie because he sure as hell doesn’t look like that at all, if anything, he looks like he was knocking on the doors of death. He was hanging by his wrists, shackles biting into raw skin, his legs trembling just enough to amuse me. Pathetic. The
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. “I forgot to ask.” The voice of my second in command put an abrupt halt to the raging thoughts in my mind, it had been about Octavia. I knew what the doctor said, I heard him clearly and he had warned me to stay away from Octavia because he thought I couldn’t keep my power tun