Iris
Raw terror made my throat tighten painfully. I was afraid for my life.
“Please, Adonis. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me. I'm not evil, I swear. Or, before you do, talk to my aunt, Helena. She is aware of my father's hatred for me for being born with Omega blood. My dad hates me.”
He remained silent and stared into the distance. More than anything, I wished he would believe and forgive me. Then, I would be able to live an everyday life without worrying about death.
I waited for a response, hoping to see the familiar look of sympathy on his face.
But then his emotions emerged: disgust, rage, and contempt.
His voice was infused with raw hatred. "Do you expect me to believe that?" Your father sent you, but now you deny it. He sent you to kill me, didn't he?”
"On my mother's grave
