The Pitt.

The Pitt.

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"I don't want to be like you." My voice was weak, no matter how strong I attempted to make it and I could feel tears building up in my eyes. "Oh, but, you're already so much like me." He cooed in return, the sound of his voice causing my insides to churn. I could feel his chest against mine, and I shut my eyes tightly to keep from seeing him any longer. I still smelt him, he reeked of smoke and cologne. I still felt his hot breath against my face. I still felt his form against mine. His ice-cold fingers grasped at my throat suddenly, his nails digging into the soft flesh as he began to hum, his angry crimson eyes shining so brightly I could almost feel them focused on my skin. "Let me show you just how much you're like me, child."
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"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

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