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Except… I glanced sideways. Olandria, walking beside me. She was focused on the path ahead like she was always measuring something no one else could see. With her, things didn’t blur. They didn’t stretch or distort to be more than they were. Something about her didn’t stay contained. It didn’t blur, didn’t soften into something I could ignore. It just… stayed, and I didn’t hate that. Only if she would be less guarded around me. “…You’re limping.”

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

[Ivy] "Hunter?" I call again. But all I hear are the sounds of two people gasping for breath. There's also this scent... a mix of sweat and sex that I've only ever experienced with him—but it's different this time. Tainted by someone else. People often mistake blindness for darkness.

Julie came down from the announcing room and quickly engulfed Luna in her arms, startling her so badly she stiffened. “Our lucky charm! I knew you’d bring us a fortune the day we bought you!” Julie flashed a toothy grin. “You said she was a black sheep,” Theo muttered, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t nearly as thrilled. “Come on! Let the past go. Get her ready to leave. And look, Luna, keep this in mind—always. Never let the man find out about your blindness, or we’re all done for. He’ll kill you first and then us. Understand?” Julie warned, her voice suddenly sharp and serious.

It's really pathetic. The words went through me, jagged and sharp. "Pathetic?" I echoed. “After everything, you're going to call me pathetic? Landon, what happened? Did I do something wrong?” “Yes, pathetic," he said, his voice cold. "You think that I enjoy hearing you whine and mope about like some sad little puppy every day? That's what you did wrong, being blind!” I felt my breath hitch, my chest tightening. "I just. Landon, you never complained, even when I…”

“Sure.” “Well, how do you expect me to remember that?” “If you think you’re going to need it, then you better not forget it,” he replied simply. “I’m going to blindfold you now, baby. Lift your head for me.” My breath stuttered as I did as he said. The softness of the fabric over my skin made me let out a little moan as Alaric tied it into a knot behind my head. “Kay-fish,” I repeated, testing the word on my tongue. “What does it mean?”

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.