[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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WARNING: Mention of sexual assault in this chapter.
Some things will perhaps make you confused in this chapter but you will know more as the story progresses :)
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- AMAYA'S POV -
I ARRIVE HOME in my car after Adams dropped me off at the library because I had to get my car first.
The lights inside the mansion are all out, and the air is chilly, so I walk up to the front door and grab my keys.
As I enter and close the door after me, I see that the living room door has been left open.
I'm standing at the doorframe, unable to see anything because the entire room is shrouded in darkness.
There isn't a single light on, and it takes a moment for my breath to stop in my throat when I hear my mother's voice.
"It is past midnight," While she talks, I see her hand moving toward a chair in the distance. When a small light is suddenly shone in my direction, I recoil. A flame.
"Blow it out," I cover my face with my hands as I stutter, my heart racing, "Blow the fucking candle out! Now!" I shout louder without considering whether I woke Hiro and Sora up.
I turn around so my back is against the wall as I move out of the living room and bury my face in my hands and I realize - Hiro was correct. I'm a coward when it comes to fire.
"Don't be so dramatic. I already blew it out," When my mother calls out, I am aware of how quickly I am breathing and begin to shake since I fear I may pass out.
She had just switched on the lights, so I painfully slowly remove my hands from my face before reentering the living room. She was unable to use the lights instead of a candle in the first place?
"I can't believe you are my daughter," While I see the disappointment and rage grow more evident on her face, she shakes her head.
"Explain to me why you are home at this hour," She never raises questions. She is currently making demands with her questions, which is exactly what they sound like.
She is demanding me to tell her.
"I already told you," I speak, "I was doing my mission..."
I watch her face as a faint smirk appears on her devilish face, "I don't believe you."
