Her Story
The wall crashed and he fell with a loud thud.
“What is it, Reinard?”, “You lost your shape? Huh?” He sent a ball of energy in Damon’s direction, but he easily stopped it midway sending it back and crashing the light into Vadas’s chest. From the force of it, Basil crashed another wall, where I stood a minute ago.
Damon’s loud laugh filled the house. I didn’t dare to move from my spot, still trying to grasp what was this all about.
“She’ll never be yours.” My husband’s low, rumbling voice was the most terrifying yet somehow seductive thing I heard. The possessiveness' in it made my heart skip a few beats.
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