Sequel to Forgotten Flame.
Find out what has become of Zak & Mina. Where their lives have taken them and what roads they have been set upon.
Baring secrets and heartache, Mina finds herself alone in a turbulent situation between her recent ex boyfr...
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Eeeeeeeextra long chapter. Now the museum was after the demon house, but for this purpose, let's imagine it's not. Oookaaay? Fabulous. Happy Easter!! 🐣🐣
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The whole night I had tossed and turned in my sleep. Waking up at various moments in panic and fear, sweat seeping from my skin, until I fell back to sleep again.
By the time morning came, I was exhausted, my head was thick with problems and the events of last night and the knot of dread in my tummy was only growing in size.
I felt sick. Sick with worry. Sick with dread, sick with anxiety.
And I knew it was all to do with him.
For twelve weeks, twelve whole weeks I had nursed my broken heart, patched the bullet holes in my soul and tried to keep my shit together. I had told myself that I could get through this heartache, that I was strong, independent and I would feel whole again.
Only the moment I felt some semblance of wholeness was when my legs were wrapped around his waist, when my fingers were in his hair and my tongue was fighting for dominance with his...
He made me feel whole, he was the other part of me. He has been for 6 years, you can't just write it off. Even if I got hurt.
His words are the first words I hear in my mind the next morning.
