BEXLEY'S POV
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Elion returned home with a sour face. He didn't even smile when looking at me, or Ashen. He just strutted past into his office, closing the door in my face. He's pissed off about something, and the question is why won't he share it with me? He shares everything with me. His thoughts, his shirts, his food, his money, his desires, especially his anger, but now he's locked himself behind a gate, shutting me out with reinforced steel.
I know one thing that could crack the thick material and make him come back into the light, and it's hanging in my closet like a trophy in a glass case.
I blink away the waterworks as I spin on my heel, and just for my own flare, I toss my hair back as I head straight for the stairs.
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My hands flatten over the red lace, the tips of my fi
