My heart ached, my limbs felt heavy, my lungs felt like they were drowning in a vacuum, and my eyes? They wouldn't stop watering.
I hated it. I hated all of this. My fists tightened at my sides as I entered the car. I sat in silence for a few seconds before reaching for my phone. This was it, it was time to give Atlas Volkan a taste of his own medicine.
"You know exactly what to do, Greta," I said once she picked out. She murmured a protest but I ignored her. "I don't care about what you think. I want him to pay for it and this is the only way." I cut the call before she could continue speaking and sped down the road.
The drive to my apartment took several hours and when I finally arrived, Damien was sitting on the couch. The brown-haired man sat up.
"You are here? I was so worried
