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he whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. Asha didn't respond. Tears streamed silently down her face, her eyes distant as she remained paralyzed by the shock of what had just happened. She seemed frozen, struggling to process the violence that had unfolded in front of her. Raghav's eyes scanned her face for any sign of injury, his heart still racing in fear. Then he noticed it-a thin streak of blood on her neck, barely visible against her skin. His fingers gently lifted her chin, and now he saw it clearly. A shallow cut where the thug's knife had grazed her, a thin line of blood slowly trickling down.

He straightened slightly on his knees, ignoring the gun still pressed to the back of his head. “What exactly do you mean by that?” he asked, but not quite as smoothly as before. Asher’s smile widened. “Oh, you’ll see,” he said lightly. I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest, already feeling the anticipation curl in my gut. Hawk and Asher together were a special kind of chaos. They didn’t just hurt people… they ‘enjoyed’ dismantling them piece by piece, in ways that didn’t always leave visible damage but always left them broken.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

After that, they all entered different cars to the location of today's shooting. Brewster looked forward to his first acting. Getting to the location, it was a forest. Today's shooting was mainly about Brewster and Shawn. They had about three scenes together today... Brewster sat himself on a stool as the makeup artists did his makeup. His role in the drama was as the third lead. His character was of a delicate high school senior who had gone out on an expedition with his friends but got lost along the way. Shawn's role was that of a rich second-generation who had come to the site on behalf of his brother.

"They must feel threatened by you. That's why they are using such underhanded tactics. Don't read those comments. You don't want them affecting the match." I nodded. After preparing for so long, of course, I was not going to let this kind of negative noise shake me. However, before I could make any move, Nina came looking for me herself. "Ash, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had done so much for me." She cried as she grabbed my sleeve. "I was the one who wronged you before. I didn't pay attention to boundaries with male friends. "I gave Rowan flowers because he came to me first and said we could hype a CP to attract advertisers, so you could get a cut too.

Or was this just a way to my exit? My fingers curled into a ball - like fist as I let out a loud hiss as if to ease my frustration but it didn't. Instead, the events of last night rushed to me, more alive and now vivid. Someone had carried me in their hands, I had passed out with my hands wrapped around their neck, the person had smelt like woods but strangely, they didn't smell bad. And now.. I was, My eyes darted to my legs, scratches from the broken stems of the trees and on my arm, the tear from one of those wolves drew like horror.

Ash’s eyes flicked up instantly and he nodded, stuffing the letter into his pocket before dashing out of the large double doors. Apparently, Ash wasn’t looking where he was going and crashed into someone. He plummeted to the ground, eyes closing as he hissed in pain. He rubbed his lower back and cursed at himself before finally looking over at the person he hit. It was a young woman with a suitcase, attempting to pick up her scattered papers and stuffing them back into the suitcase. There were tears rolling down her face as she bit her lip to stop any noise from escaping her mouth.

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

Ash looked down at Talla’s unbuttoned pants and dangling belt. “She’s mine,” Ash growled, his silver eyes began burning red. “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know she was yours. She’s just a human.” Ash moved so quickly that all I could see was blood splatter through the air as he lunged at Talla and ripped his head off with his bare hands. Talla’s headless body crumbled to the ground and burnt into flames. I let out a scream at the terrifying scene. Quickly, Ash rushed to me and embraced me in his arms. In a flash, we were gone from the alley and standing in front of the cottage by the ocean.