Shadows of fury (Shadows #3)

Chapter 1

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The only sound in this kitchen is my breathing.

Her eyes are still open, but empty. So fucking empty.

Why didn’t she listen to me?

Why did she insist on pushing my buttons?

Why did she keep running away from me? Why?

I lean over her body, my gaze catching on her nails, jagged, broken, caked with blood. My blood.

Why did she have to fight?

My eyes stop on the place where the blade stole her light, and a cold shiver slithers down my spine. An avalanche of something similar to anger, grief, and desire crashes in my chest because, once, I wanted her to be mine. She should’ve run to me, not away.

I touch her cheek one last time, but the instant my skin meets hers, I yank my hand back. This time…it feels different. Something dangerously close to regret slips into my veins.

Her skin still holds that glow, that color, but in minutes it’ll start to fade. It always does.

I run through the list in my head, cataloging what I need to wipe clean before I'm done here, trying to push aside the weight in my chest. Tonight, the flower wasn't meant for her. But since I have it…it'd be a shame to let it go to waste.

For her, I would’ve bled.

For her, I would have broken every rule with my bare hands.

We could’ve had everything. But she chose to crush our future with her selfishness.

Fifteen minutes to erase every possible trace.

Another fifteen just to stare at her face.

I wish you could’ve felt how much I loved you, Elena. But that’s fine.

I’ll love Roxy instead.