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Valeriane.
“Congratulations.” The third person smiled at me as I walked further into the club.
Happiness found its place through my mind yet the thought of Malachi irritated my skin, yet I could barely stop thinking about his face, how he behaved, how he kicked me out, his eyes gave it all away, I wondered why he panicked.
He was scared, not of anyone, but of himself, the questions caused my skin to itch, why was he scared of himself? Why was he worried? What did he think was going to happen.
My hand settled around my neck, I still had my reward collar on, I didn’t realise it until this morning, a whimper falls out of my lips when I attempted to turn my neck.
I wanted to blame Malachi for this, yet I could not, I could barely focus knowing he feared something, someone.
“Hey.” A
