Dark Love: A Darker Shade - Book 2

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Zee could not control her fear.

"Oh my god!"

"I'm so sorry, Zee."

"Wait a minute, does the game say crash a wedding or the wedding?"

"It says, crash the wedding," Inara repeated. "Why?"

"Jesus Christ!" Zee said fearfully. "That would be Michael's wedding."

"How?"

"A wedding will just be any wedding," Zee said wearily. "But the wedding is personal. It's the one that currently relates to my life, sort of." She also remembered Michael's dire threat about making her suffer if she ever sought him out to use him again. "I am finished." She added brokenly, her eyes clamming up with tears. "I am finished."

"I'm sorry, Zee."

Tears blurred Zee's vision as she sat inside her car, parked before her home. Then she ended the call.

Inara looked at Lemuel and he hugged her comfortingly.

"It's because she cheated the game. Now she just has to do the game's dare."

"Which is?"

"Crash the wedding of the guy that..."

"I know. Don't even complete it. I understand."

He ran his hand soothingly over her back. "I guess there's nothing we can do. I don't like her, but I wish her all the best."

"Thanks."

"Promise me you will never get into such nonsense again."

"I won't dare."

"That's good." He said and squeezed her arm just so it was a bit uncomfortable for her to drive the message home. She started wincing as he went on. "Because if you try it and I find out and the game doesn't kill you first, I will. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." She responded and hugged him tightly. It was a new behavior that she had developed, and it often worked for her. Whenever it seemed like he was mad at her, she would hug him tightly, and he would just feel his temper fading off, as it was happening right now. Lemuel lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

Zee spent the next day stalking Cassy from her car and taking pictures of her with her HD Camera as she went about with her boyfriend. She was not sure about what she would do with the pictures, but she just felt like it might come in handy if she was going to crash a wedding. She was not even sure it would help.

A few days later, an older-looking Zee was seated at the balcony of her home, smoking.

It was dark outside and the lights that illuminated the neighborhood were a peaceful sight to behold, but she could not appreciate the sight. She was disturbed. She was thinking about how to crash Michael's wedding.

She wore a hooded dress so that the housekeeper would not notice her change. Right now, she was in her sixties.

The game had started changing her randomly between fifty and seventy years twice a day. She did not bother going to the hotel because her parents were out of the state for a week. Nevertheless, she had to keep herself hooded because of the housekeeper, who she could hear, knocking on her room door.

The housekeeper was everything. She was Zee's nanny when she was much younger. She was also the cook and like a mother to her. It was the reason why when her parents had wanted her gone as she grew older, she had begged them not to let her go, as she would end up being alone in the house.

"Zee, dinner is ready." She called out and Zee forced herself off the stool, entered her room, and shuffled over to the door. Her movement was slow. Each time she changed to an older version of herself, she would feel her energy deplete.