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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
I SHAKE MY HEAD and stand up properly, all tension leaving my body. I stare at the one I once called brother with sad eyes and continue to shake my head, my eyes starting to sting. He can't truly be stupid enough to believe that I want to have anything to do with him after all his torment throughout the millennia.
"Go home, Aleksandr," I say, walking up the stairs. "I don't want to see you ever again. You're dead to me, brother."
I hear the gasps of shock fill the courtyard, but I don't stay long enough to see the looks on their faces. I walk into my room and fall onto my bed, tears silently running down my face and my body shaking enough to make it hard to breathe. Panic rises in me and I start to hyperventilate, my heart pounding a million miles an hour and my movements jerky as I make my way to my bathroom, knocking over a chair or two.
I open the door and fall to my knees, crawling the rest of the way to the shower cubicle. A pair of arms wrap around my waist and I manage to say 'shower' before my throat closes up and I struggle to breathe more. I get moved to the shower and I weakly reach for the cold water tap, gripping it tightly and turning it on full ball.
The icy water hits me and I let out a shocked noise, my throat opening. I force myself further under the ice water and feel my breathing start to return to normal. Arms encircle my waist and hold me tightly against their owner's body. They start to hum and the vibrations run through my body, making me relax and making my breathing slow back to normal.
I look up and smile weakly. "Hey, sourwolf. What are you doing?"
He shakes his head and pushes the hair out of my eyes. "Helping you, you silly Hybrid. Don't need you passing out on me right now."
"You should have let me die. That way I wouldn't have to deal with it."
"Your brother?"
"Stupid excuse for a brother," I spit, pulling myself out of Derek's grip and turning the shower off. "If I had of killed him when I had the chance everything would have been perfectly fine."
