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Lady Gisela stood there. She knew she had me under control, but I didn't want her to. But I could always join him. I look over at the other side of the dark cave that's covered in a dusty green powder that gives me the creeps. There was a guy. Blonde hair that looks like it would take forever to do and his eyes, how do I describe his eyes? They were the coldest shade of blue, yet they held the most warmth I'd ever seen.
"Please, please don't join them Y/N, please."
He held out a hand as his eyes somehow turned even warmer. Lady Gislea laughed bitterly. "That's my Y/N for you, always choosing the wrong side."
The elf whipped his head around and stalked closer to Lady Gisela. I wanted to reach out, to grab his hand to stop him and tell him that it was too dangerous, but I couldn't. He was already too close.
"She's on the right side if she chooses us and she knows it very well." His voice was low, and icy. I shivered a bit just listening to it.
Lady Gisela glared at him. "Watch your tone Keefe, I'm still your mother." That took me by surprise. His...mother? Suddenly I could see the family resemblance. The hair, the eyes, although her eyes were as icy as their name.
The elf, or I guess I should call him Keefe, clenched his hands into fists and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself from yelling at Gisela. He then gritted his teeth and spat out, "If you were my mother you wouldn't be doing this." Gisela opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a scream. Her eyes widened and she dashed out of there as fast as she could. Keefe's tensed up body relaxed and he turned to me, a smile appearing on his features, although it looked slightly forced. He lent me his hand again and this time I took it. His hand was soft, yet slightly calloused. I didn't want to know what he did to get calluses, but it didn't seem very friendly.
"Brandon..... You're hurting me.", I hissed at him as he tightened his hold around my arm.
"I don't give a fuck!", He hissed back digging holes inside me through his gaze.
The person who stood in front of me, wasn't even a smallest, single fraction of the Brandon I loved... the Brandon who loved me.
"Now listen carefully....", he dragged me as he pushed me against a wall hurting my back still holding my arm tightly. "I'm warning you for the last time.", He hissed closing the distance between the two of us to zero.
His closeness still had an effect on my heartbeat that raced manically but little did it effect Brandon who stood digging holes into my entire body through his death glare.
"I'm warning you for the last time... Don't test my patience. Try and act smart again and I'll show you how I can ruin you, your entire family and that little business of yours and the families of hundreds of your employees. Trust me, if killing you was an option I wouldn't have waited for a single second to get rid of you... So don't get on my nerves before I decide to change my mind.", He said out loud glaring directly into my eyes.
There wasn't a small hint of sadness or sorrow but pure hatred and annoyance in his eyes as he uttered those words rendering me rather shocked.
He let go off my arm and walked out
I stood still, frozen at the thought of how can he hate me so much? My heart still flattered at his touch and here he was... He hated me to death!
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For six years Amy stayed away from home, her family and friends. She ran away leaving behind everything and everyone. Even the guy she loved with all her heart.
She built herself strong enough to fight the world and now she's finally back home... only to be married to ruthless, Mayor -- Brandon Mayhew, who hates her with all his might for breaking his heart.
Will she be able to tame the hatred that the Mayor has for her? Or completely loose herself all over again?
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This is book 2 to Period!