❝She kills without second thought.❞
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Micajah's PoV:
"Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the cor...
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Chapter 14 - "It's Official."
It's official.
Yup, it is.
If you thought that I'm talking about my relationship with Seneca, then you're most definitely wrong.
Well, you might be partly right. The part about Seneca.
And guess what?
She's ignoring me.
Yeah, you heard me right.
She's ignoring me.
And I don't know why.
Let me give you a brief summary of the past 48 hours.
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I'd gone to Seneca's room later that night, my hands full with two plates of dinner. I'd been slightly hesitant, but a raised brow and a mocking shake of his head from Beta Ezra had given me enough fuel to brave a visit to my Mate's Hospital room.
I'd contemplated knocking with my foot, but then I'd decided, 'Hell, we're past all that formalities,' and had pushed the door open with my shoulder slowly.
Inside, Seneca had been lying on the same position since I'd last seen her, her dark eyes staring aimlessly at the plain white wall in front of her. I double-check to see if there's anything on the wall that might be so interesting that it'd got her hooked.
Nope. Nothing.
"Uhm." I'd cleared my throat, announcing my presence, even though I knew that she would've had definitely heard me opening the door. Her eyes had slid to me, and she'd held my gaze for a second, before looking away.
"I brought dinner." I'd said, and she'd nodded in response.
"Leave it here," She'd tilted her head to the side, gesturing to the white table on the side.
"But—" I'd started when she'd turned to me with an intense look in her eyes. I'd had no choice but to obediently shut my mouth and comply. I am growing better at talking my mind to her, but I'm not that strong to talk against her when she looks at me like that.
I'd placed her plate on the table, and then had wondered what to do with the other one in my hand; which was mine.
"Uh." I'd sighed and looked up helplessly at Seneca.
"I'm tired. I need to rest." She'd replied without life in her voice and her eyes had darted away from mine once again.
