My Benefactor
If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed.
Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love.
"The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.
Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end.
Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to the nearest asylum.
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