𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | " 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? "
Both trying to understand the
meaning of dangerous attraction,
it was an ongoing rivalry between
two former criminals. Somewhere
amidst vicious Ti...
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CHAPTER SEVEN SEEKING SORROW
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"Damn it!"
A prime stellar state to refine herself. It was meant to be better. However, straining to just be fine was never going to be enough for Freya. It just wasn't sufficient to alleviate that empty and lonely space that ached her heart and guiltily fill her mind. The best. She just has to be standing at the top, peering below and beneath, feeling enthralled and alive as she reminded herself there were no space, no room, and no chances of creating a mistake in her life. Unfortunately for her, that was how her life had started out. To be born as a mistake.
Learning the hard way, she realized that there was no undo or reset system to be flicked when something bad had happened her way. There were countless of moments where all she wanted to do was flip a switch and start all over again. All she has to do was live with them, using it as a painful reminder that practice did make perfect. And she just has to reach that level of perfection.
Slamming her hands down, Freya cursed out in frustration as she glared at the wall in front of her. Precision meant everything. The satisfaction she got from it calmed her. Steel embedded into wood. Lines and circles determined her aim. Practicing her throw was all she could think of doing to calm her spiking nerves. She couldn't believe that she was getting riled up over an inmate object, gritting her teeth as she cracked her knuckles. The throwing knife didn't land so perfectly in the center. An inch or two out of place. Far on the right side and missing the red dot perfectly drawn on the wooden board.
That was far from a perfect throw.
"Damn it..." She whispered for the last time, tilting her head up and staring at the ceiling. Fluttering her eyes close, she inhaled a deep breath.
The training room floor seemed to be the only place high in the castle to be unoccupied at this time of night. Granted that she was awake at an impeccable hour, she was glad that no one was in their right mind to even enter the barracks. Rows of perfectly smith throwing knives were aligned on the table in front of her. Seven now lay on the ground. Three embedded on the circular target. And five remaining on the table.
Picking up one with her right hand, she threw the knife in the air, flipping the handle once, twice, until she was familiar with the small grip that she had on it. She raised it over her shoulder, slightly leaning back on the heel of her foot as she prepared to throw. With her eyes still closed, she inhaled a sharp breath. At the last second, she swiveled on her heel and quickly released the knife as it shot through the air, piercing the atmosphere, and landing with a thud as the blade dug deep into the cement wall, a crack surfacing around it.
"You missed."
She opened her eyes. Blue meeting Grey that watched with an unamused stare. The blade was an inch away from his face, landing right beside his head as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms. The smirk that she had wanted to give wasn't there as her lips fell into a straight line. "I won't make the same mistake next time."
