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Groaning against the hues of the bright sunlight, I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears that formed. Once the blurriness cleared away, I found myself staring up at the ceiling. My mind seemed to be in a peaceful state of no thoughts and worries, simply blank, letting me enjoy the tranquility around me.But I always did the mistake of wondering, thinking, letting myself remember what had happened. I sighed as everything came forward, to the front of my mind, and the once peaceful state, now turned into a torment and pain.And as a foolish naïve little girl, I wished for it to be a dream. I wished to be away from this world, and back home. The numbing pain that ran through my leg only brought reality to crash down on me, leaving me no room for wishing.. just a false hope.As much as I wanted to leave this at once, I knew I have gotten myself deep into whatever voodoo nonsense this was. And if that Venturi was part of it, I had no choice but to f

I watched their surprised faces, patiently waiting for one of them to speak, “Stopping him is only half the job.” But it was a deep rumbling, appealing voice that my ears heard. I gulped down the yoghurt in my mouth, trying not to shiver pleasurably under the deep voice as I fought the urge to look behind me. I wanted to lock my eyes with that unique colour, but they would pull me into its depths, were the green glints hid. I cleared my throat taking another spoonful, “What more?” I asked.“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Alec scolded me, a deep scowl in place. I rolled my eyes at him, if only he knew the desires that Tristan’s voice alone brought me.. Not that I would tell him! I heard Tristan’s feet shifting, stepping closer and closer towards me from behind, and with each step my heart seemed to have raced twice the speed, rushing the blood through my veins.I almost snapped my eyes closed as

He stood there with a few papers in his hand as he watched me with a deep frown. I felt myself gulping under the intensity of his eyes, even from standing half away across the room. They stood out alarmingly against his dark hair, impossible to miss.“Can I help you with anything?” He asked, tossing the papers onto the table. My eyes wandered the length of his large office. The dominating black colour is what I noticed first. Black with gold embedded around, a mix of modern and vintage. The black wooden boards gleamed, sparkling against the hues if sunlight that poured into the room. Plain and cold, very much like him. But I couldn't help but remember the same colours coated him, when he was transformed into a dragon. The creature's dominating colour was black, with the brighter running along the edges, like gold hidden within black rocks.I cleared my throat, slightly grateful for the formal tone he had used on me, “I was hoping to help with the

Finding myself in the dark-coloured room again, I sighed, feeling my wound throbbing with a strange numbing sensation. It made me almost regret not listening to Tristan. I groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling utterly worn down. Collapsing myself onto the soft mattress, I looked up at the ceiling allowing myself to think.  It was harder than I thought, getting through to this man. He wouldn't budge. It was going to take much more time than I had anticipated. It wasn't just the Venturi I needed to stop, but Jackson too. He would definitely take the chance to reign over the empire I had built. I sighed, realising I had made more enemies than I thought possible. Both of them wanting, the end of me. While Venturi had taken some sort of liking towards me, I knew him well enough to know he would do anything to reach his goal, and from what the 'twins' had told me, he was even willing to kill for it.  He had killed

I stared at my leg for what seemed for hours. I sat there as shock engulfed me in a whole; a fog that wrapped me within itself. I wanted to open my mouth, trying to give myself some sort of reassurance, but nothing came, my mind was still processing what I had witnessed. I grazed over my leg, waiting for pain to strike through, to make me regret ever touching the wound. No agonising pain, but all I felt was the soft touches of fingertips over the bare skin. No blood, no cracks, no cuts… Nothing but soft smooth skin. My breathing hitched my throat, maybe a mirage or dream or something I hoped to see, only to be pulled back into reality as the pain took its effect, but even as I sat there, waiting for that thought to become reality.. it simply didn’t.I shook my head several times and rubbed my eyes, making sure what I saw, is what I saw. Letting out a deep sigh, I hung my head in my hands, feeling completely overwhelmed and lost.