Chapter 15
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“Crow” went to his room to get the stakes ready. He had made them himself, infusing a bit of his blood into the tip of every one of them. He placed them into his leather jacket, into the slot he had Zexal’s servants sew in. He took a deep breath in, mentally preparing himself for the danger and the possible burns that these new kills would give him.
I’m going, Crow. I hope you hear this.
A knock sounded on his door. “Crow” was thrust out of his own head and he looked at the door to see who it was. Standing in the doorway were Zexal and Airi.
I will get her memories back.
“Crow, I need to tell you something…” Zexal started to speak. He looked directly into his eyes. “But first.” He stopped speaking and turned to Airi, a sly smile on his lips. He placed his right hand on her left shoulder and turned her in his direction. With his left hand, he lifted her face toward his, from her chin. He closed his eyes and planted a kiss upon her lips. Airi’s eyes were wide open in surprise. She attempted to push him away but eventually stopped trying.
“Crow”’s eyes were focused on Zexal, rage building up, his heart feeling like it had just been torn out. In the back of his head, a voice rang out. Those lips should be yours, not his.
“Crow” sped-walked to Zexal, his fist urging him to meet his face. He swung.
Airi quickly pushed Zexal away and breathlessly spoke, “I command you to stop!”
His fist was centimeters from the target’s face. He was frozen stiff. Grunting, he urged his body, his fist to go further. But it simply wouldn’t listen. When he took a deep breath in and decided against punching Zexal, his body became able to move again. He looked down and walked past both of them, “I’m going out to hunt…” he spoke softly. He walked down the stairs of the manor, out the door to the shack where he kept his motorcycle.
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