Chapter 35
Amber Whyte.
Delilah barged in.
No. She stormed in like the devil she was– reckless, disheveled, crazed.
Like she was drunk off something. Something dark, strong, intoxicating.
Like she was possessed by darkness. By demons.
Her demeanor was cold, frightening, and unpredictable, as if fueled by something evil.
At that moment, my body went limp. My teeth chattered.
I thought I would die.
My heart clawed in my chest, desperate to be ripped out.
Bile rushed down my throat.
“I know you are in here, b***h!” she roared, breathless in undiluted rage.
My ears rang as her screams echoed throughout my head.
I developed a splitting headache.
Then she took one step. Followed by another.
Her terrifying presence overwhelmed me.
Her deadly aura was palpable.
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