How would you feel if someone you love, your light and your everything is taken by someone else? What would you do just to get her out of the arms of a monster?

"Mr. Ashby." "Yes?" "Do you know how insufferably hot you are?" he asked, locking the door, and shutting the blinds. "Well, yes. I've been told." I said, smirking. "Wipe that smirk off your face. Before I wipe it off for you." "And how would you do that, sir?" I asked, standing up. "Like this." The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the whiteboard and Mr. Carlile's lips were on mine.