Cold Heart | OC fiction
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Walking down the alley, with the cold breeze that swept through the halls, steps knocking down the marble floor, icy walls that stood before me. Looking back I can tell he was looking at me. It couldn't be helped.
" Why have you come to live here, Barrington?," he said coldly, smiling in a villainous way." Besides,this home is no good place for a young princely charm like you to call a hideout."
I didn't take that as a warning," I'm no prince or a charm, I haven't even went here to live here. I am here for one importance."
"and what is that,then? It's not like I pity the looks of it. Bear in mind that I mayn't be the owner of this house,someone else is. and you wouldn't want to know who."
" It's her."
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