Patience thinned into a thread, I exhaled, fighting off the intentions to kill, and a growing exhaustion as well.
“ What should I do, Mrs. Copeland? I want his head for what he has done. I would wrap it as a present and send it to that half-baked twit who struck at my crown…”
“ Consider that done, Sir.” She said, and silence reigned. It came with a rush of adrenaline. I gaped for a second, struck by her immediate agreement.
With her response, my chest fell, like an appeased deity before I hung up.
My attention reverted to Nicki, and something broke inside me. “ I shouldn't have gone back. You never wanted me to leave your side. It feels like I fail you everytime you need me.” I thought, caressing her cheeks.
She warned me in her own way. The signs were there.
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