Asha I drag myself to bed, all the terror in my veins flushes to my legs, and dumps itself there. I drag in a sharp, painful breath and slump on the bed. "He really wanted to kill me," I mutter as the images of the knife come back flashing before my eyes. I swallow down the lump in my throat, then force my eyes to close shut. Now I can't sleep. The images of the knife keep on coming back to haunt my brain, filling it with all kinds of terror. I sniffle, "Bastard," I hiss under my breath. I shift my weight to my side, and try to close my eyes again, but nothing is working. "Haa," I sit upright, peeling the hoodie off my body. I discreetly place it behind the bed, and sigh deeply. Everything is overwhelming in the worst way. Rheagar wants intel from Auren at all costs; Auren wants me to pretend Rheagar got his hands on him. The actual fuck? What have I gotten myself into? Just then, Auren struts into the room, his hand dipped into his pocket. I immediatel
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