(Ashton's pov)
Gwendolyn was like a wild flame and I was her moth. I just can't stay away. I tell myself I loath her and want her gone by all means. But in reality, I see myself drawn to her.
I have to break her, everything that makes her. I aim to make her beg, grovel for me before I will reach my brink. Before I will feel the satisfaction that comes from getting my revenge on her kind. For everything Emma did to me.
But with every day I spend with her, it looked like I was becoming a shadow of myself. I was doing the exact opposite of what I wished for. All because of the curse of the bond.
I slammed the bottle of alcohol in my hand on the desk, stood and staggered to the window and pushed the curtain away to sniff outside. It was a windy night, stipulating rain beckoned. B
