Chapter 32
Poison with Desire
Andrew’s POV
The night was thick with smoke and blood.
Not literally. But the kind of blood that seeped from bad decisions, from hearts too soft in a world that demanded cruelty. I stood at the balcony of the penthouse, London’s skyline sprawling beneath me like a bed of knives. The city looked beautiful from up here, intoxicating,sharp, seductive, distant.
Just like I needed to be.
Behind me, the echo of her laughter still lingered. She’d been laughing at something trivial, something stupidly human. A burnt toast. A misplaced file. I don’t even remember anymore. What stuck with me was the way her voice had sounded, warm, real. Like home. And home had no place in my world.
Not anymore.
The door creaked open. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
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