[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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- AMAYA'S POV -
I GROANED, ALLOWING the beam of light to hit my face as my head starts to thump and my eyelids began to twitch open.
Yesterday night I arrived home after a late night, and my mother soon started questioning me.
I was honest with her about my activities on that mission, including how I wounded Adams before gaining his trust by taking care of him.
Because she evidently does not trust or believe me, I found it impossible to ignore the disgusted expression that she was displaying.
It is either 'Amaya fucked up,' or it is 'Amaya did something good? Nah, she must be lying'.
There is no in-between.
To be quite honest, I have no idea why she chooses to stay far away from Japan. She was raised and born there.
Only because she does not want me to take over the clan is she here. I don't get it; is she praying for a miracle so that I won't take over as the new mob boss?
After Hiro and Sora returned from their expedition and continued practicing all day, I understood it.
I have nothing to gain by doing this. The only reason Sora believes our mother is a witch is because of the way she treats me.
On the other hand, Sora and Hiro are not treated the same as me. They are treated just like real children of my mom.
If I told you how frequently I questioned if I was adopted, you wouldn't believe me. Sadly, I'm not.
I wish I was. I would have an answer for why my mom had been casting me out throughout my life.
After taking a breath, I sit up in bed and turn on my phone to check the time.
7 am.
I've become used to waking up earlier than most people. The main reason I do it is because I hate interacting with others in the morning.
