Page 77 of Nemesync
“Do you know anything about her?”
“Don’t ask questions about your past Zanae, sometimes being in denial is better than knowing, trust me,” he answers.
Okay.Weird.
Tonight, I was getting ready at home.
I returned to the penthouse and retrieved my car from there and went back to my father’s house. It’s a strange sensation to be away from Elijah.
It’s like a void only he can occupy.
The thing is with emptiness, you could still feel it fill you. And it’s fucking eating me, consuming me. The way Elijah’s presence may be the only thing that triggers part of me I couldn’t even feel alone was enough to make me question my sanity.
I fuckingfeel. It’s not just emptiness when I’m with him, it’s rage, attraction, hatred, frustration. But it issomething. And I didn’t feel anything since I losteverything.
In my room I eagerly unzipped the clothing bag to see what was waiting for me. To my surprise, the outfit is jaw-dropping—long, sheer skirt, slits on the sides, and a top that’s more like black lace lingerie with a hint of corsetry. My wrist is better, so thankfully I’ll just put some foundation on the wound, and no one will see it.
No one ever saw them, no one fucking cared Zanae.
Not now. Focus Z.
I can’t wear this and leave like this. What if my father catches me in this? Even the guards might see me.
The outfit was way too revealing.
Me
I can’t just strut out in this. It’s like I’m naked, Niko.
Niko
Throw on a coat, button it up, and get ready. Be the wolf in sheep’s clothing without the sheep catching on to the danger Little Z.
I’ll be the bad wolf; I’ll be the harpy tonight. I’ll be their fucking punisher.
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ELIJAH
Every fiber of my being wants to wreck something.
I feel the blood in me boiling to the point where it hurts, and it burns in my veins, imploring me to make everything explode. I can’t stand the thought of her being around those bastards, enduring their fucking remarks. It sparks a murderous rage within me.
All those cunts are ready to commit unspeakable acts just by gazing at her. I don’t know if she feels better, I don’t want to feel that need to always protect her, it’s like my mind is having the biggest fight with my heart.
I have to close my eyes sometimes and remember why I do everything I do. I’ve dedicated all my life making sure that I’m the only one who’ll have the chance to take a giant pleasure by making her entire lineage beg for my mercy, and now I only want her to plead and beg for me to own her.
I’m obsessed with Miss Zanae Dellé, and it’s been the case for far too long. I need her to get out of my mind.
But I think it’s too late for that.
When I remember where we’re going tonight, I just feel anxious for her. I don’t think she’s ready for this type of event,and I don’t think that she’s in a good mental state to do that today.
Fuck, they would leer too much, and it already makes me sick.
But circumstances force my hand. Here we are, waiting in the car, me at the wheel and Niko in the passenger seat, craving her eyes, that amber gold fucking magic that stares deep inside my soul.
When she pulls in, wearing a bulky coat, I can’t see her clearly until she opens the car door and slides in.
