Michael
After watching Lyla leave, I allowed Knight to destroy everything in sight. We both needed to let out our pent-up frustrations. My mind kept going back to the way she looked at me. Her cries to be let go played on repeat like a broken record. My hands were hurting her, without my consent. I could feel the affliction on my own arm, but I couldn’t let go. Her scent ignited the fire brewing inside me. With my gift, my uncle tried to lay a claim over her. How did he even find out about the bracelet?
It hurt like hell to see her walk out that door. I walked into my room, throwing myself onto my bed.
Knight, what the hell was that? You hurt her; I groaned in agony.
He whined in my head. I tried to stay calm. Her scent is still broken.
I just kept seeing her face. She was conf
