rear overloo

our matrimonial room, we can see half

chair and sipping hot or cold milk, depending on the weather. Bu

ept

ght, there's nothing much to it: just da

ilence. He doesn't. But he's here. His scent lingers, and so d

hed at Mama Tia's place. Each minute that tick

dark. I was never to

nd the globe-of Gratfiend Lupin's savagery-how

ople who have a history of badmouthing the Lupins pointed f

ad? There won't be any investigation, as

ese stories myself. I mean, blood is thick. R

h has the same charact

in his traits, like the bet

as his footfalls echo. I don't k

he has for sitting me in a chair wi

ss. And he's now using that against me, wanting me to s

e the fuck he is. "...trapped in your lair of a house." The foot

ment. Maybe the only lou

older. Zeath's stomps start faster. Now it's

at only lifts my chair's forelegs. And I nearly

outs right in front of me. I feel his warm

hen the light switches on-a bright white light that captures

ar the warehouse entrance, arms crossed on hi

he yelled at my face earlier. And hi

as he mumbles, "I love her more than a

retty obvious; d

hink you really know how much I despise you or how I wan

the warehouse before sitting in front of me, pl

" he whispers. "The least you cou

ers if you hate me so? You know de

me while saying that?" He pauses for a second and then drags his chair ne

esn't seem to realize that as he sets his elbows

t to stain your hands with blood, but you want to see someone gone for good. Dead, I mean. It's the same for me. Knowing how muc

, it's not much o

rriage?" I ask, my heart squeezing out blo

rong on that. Divorce me. I'll pay for any dam

life, or Yolie's, or..." I smil

ugh. His expression is simply neutral as he looks at me

h his hair, stopping a few paces f

s stood there. What occup

d my lips shut. Now I have to face his wrath-on

on me before posing contrapposto in my

from beneath his lashes, I feel tingles rush from al

m. No matter the sharp claws he carved on my skin. And i

e as my sight blurs and darkens. Pain stretch

pened when I find Zeath's h

me. He fuck

ur mouth!" he bellows. Maybe that

eath backward with all my strength, he barely m

me close. I swear he's nearly

he hisses as he leans down, h

ng closer. "For someone who claims he can't stand me,

you keep clinging t

re than brushing against each other. An

ll a little of the Zeath I once knew left in him. The Zeath that has his whol

realize you can literally turn around and walk away if you want," I whi

our noses touch. "You can'

aky breath. He's let

love me, Zeath, and you know that. You're in denial because you feel you owe Y

you tryi

tral heterochromia is fucking hot. They're icy blue without, green within. An

t's why you have a hard-on every damn time." I peck his lips.

umbling, "Your whole fucking being wants me. You can smell the warmth of

nwashing m

t. I'm telling you what's real.

next second. And he doesn

e with no idea how to feel. It's

hey start. But they surely do

n, heading for his belt-to und

when he's done, while mine fiddle with

ourse, I've touched him so many times be

piece of art you've been expecting for y

ants, tracing every vein and hard surface with my fingers, l

naughty fingers into the box

ares at me, standing some paces fro

ess, his muscles contr

efore Zeath thrusts his arms forward to stop me, brea

k." He shakes his head an