025~Drexel
The maid had already organized my things, suitcase packed, clothes folded, everything neat and ready like nothing had changed. But everything had. I had to head to Italy. Sicily. La would be furious, I missed the last meeting, and she didn’t take absences lightly. Ephesus kept ringing in my head: Be patient. She’ll come back. Like she’s a fool or what? Ryv was only here for a mission. She doesn’t love me. That’s my life. Love was always out of place. The first girl I loved, because of obsession I killed her not wanting Draven, that bastard, to have her. Got bewitched by Alisha. Damnit. I punched the wall hard. Plaster cracked under my knuckles. Blood smeared the white paint. When do I ever get lucky with love? I was foolishly blind, thinking since I had Ryv under my roof she alre
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