Demon eyes glare at my sappy ones, telling me that he understands it very well, but just doesn't give a f**k, because I am nothing to him.
This is it.
I would no longer love this man. I would learn to move on from Vincent Stone.
How could I not, when it is obvious he loathes me.
He is a made man and I am just a nuisance.
I push at his chest wordlessly. Leaving him as he stumbles back in shock. My heavy feet storm away from him. If he wants me gone, I am darn going.
My friend isn't lying in that coffin anyway, he's dead and hopefully his ghost is beating the f**k out of Vincent’s soul.
“Kylie I'm not done talking to you.” That snarly voice just makes my feet move faster as my throat clogs tighter. I will not cry, no I am not going to cry.
“You said enough, you want me gone, I'm goin
