Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

23: Break the Ice

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

23: Break the Ice

"If you're pretending from the start like this, with a tight grip, then my kiss can mend your broken heart. I might miss everything you said to me. And I can lend you broken parts that might fit like this. I will give you all my heart. So we can start it all over again."

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♔[Jane's POV]♔

"Jealousy is a disease. I hope you get well soon." 

I settle back on reality, the impact of the words slowly cutting me. The way she said it, the way she looks, the way she sends every word with hate and venom. They made me cringe.

"Don't think that I can't see pass through that angelic face of yours Jane. You're hurting him. You planned all of these; making him fall, then suddenly walking away like nothing happened between the both of yo-"

"You don't know anything about us." I quietly mumbled, my voice almost cracking halfway.

"I don't want to." Zayra replied, pure look of hatred settling on her face. If I was dumb, I wouldn't say she wanted to just hit me or maybe even.. kill me.

I'm certainly sure about what's running in her mind. Right from the start, I knew Zayra wanted Harry even more than before. And it actually hurts to know that she's one step closer, one move and it's over of getting him back.

"I know Harry well enough Jane." She harshly spoke, taking a step closer to me. "You just can't hurt him like that. He's nothing ordinary; you should know."

He isn't.

Harry isn't ordinary. He's out of it. He's out of the 'ordinary'.

He's one special piece of being created with the most gentle, most caring, most fragile heart I've ever known. He's a special piece of art that can't be compared; that can soften and touch the most hardened hearts and that can easily turn the ice hearts into liquid of pure love and passion. He's one instrument sent down from heaven. He's one of the most adorable and fantastic person I came to know about; the person I learned to love, the person I've let go.

But Zayra didn't know anything about me. Or about us. And I wish she knew. I wish she could read my mind too. I wasn't doing this because of what she accused me. I wasn't doing this because I planned this or because it was my intention to hurt him.

My love for Harry gave me no choice.

It's either fight for him, or let him die.

"I don't want to argue with you Zayra." I simply replied, turning my back to leave. However, Zayra's urge to strangle me pulled me back. Her fingers were tightly clasped around my arm as if almost crushing it. Smoke escaped her nose intensely and I can tell he's trying to control herself from changing her eye color.

She immediately let go of me and took a step closer. "You listen and you listen to me Your Highness. Harry is mine, I had him first; first love, first touch, first kiss. First everything. Game over."

"Well, it's not like I care." I shot back, trying to put on an innocent face. I guess I just failed. Being face to face with a vampire, trying to hide something away is very difficult especially when you know you won't win.

"We'll, yes you do." Zayra counters mockingly. "How would it feel if Harry realizes I'm the one he's ever wanted? I wonder how it would feel to see someone you love, love someone else?"

"You should ask yourself." I frowned. "Game over."

Zayra pointed her finger on my lips. Her other hand's curled up in a ball. And her cheeks were as red as a tomato. "Harry chose me before and he'll always choose me over you."