ELIJAH’S POV:
“Yo...You…c...Cant, Elijah” My Mia shook her head as she denied the existence of my words. She called me Elijah. She never called me by my name, not for the first time. I was always Elij. Her Elij. Like it or not it did chime my heart a little that I took the utter feeling of bliss from myself the moment she called me Elij. Maybe she was afraid to call me Elij or maybe she learned it the hard way that I was now Elijah Black to her. Her bully Elijah. Not Elij the one who she loved her.
As I caressed her face along the bones of her jaw, I saw a broken and shattered Mia. Maybe this was an act. Maybe the tears rolling down were there to bewitch me. To make me stumble. But I won’t. Not this time. “But I can, Baby. Can’t you see? I bought you,” I tusked as I leaned back and rol
