CHAPTER FORTY THREE
ROXANNE
As I settled in bed, sleep eluded me. Ryker’s revelation stirred a whirlwind of thoughts in my mind and now I knew he didn't have it easy either. He had been forced to be tough and now that he was grown, his struggles were hidden behind a facade of strength developed since childhood.
My thoughts drifted to his reaction when I expressed my desire to learn how to fight, how to kill. Deep down I knew that was all I wanted. I had felt a twinge of helplessness when he asked me to stab him and now I knew killing wasn't meant for everyone. It was an art but I was sure I could master it. With time.
If I could be so scared then why did my brother do it so naturally when we were young? Perhaps that was why he had walked away when he pushed me into the water.
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