Chapter 81

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Darius’ POV

By the time I returned back to the hotel, it was almost midnight. I dismissed my men and asked them all to get a good night’s rest including the ones left behind at the hotel for Angela’s safety.

Although I’d thought Angela would be asleep by the time I returned, the scenario I met was different. I opened the door to see her sitting on the bed, holding the stone the late woman gave her. She looked up at me as soon as she heard the door open and I saw her eyes filled with tears.

My hands were a bit b l o d y so I quickly hid them behind my back.

“I think I’m a bad person, Darius,”

“Why would you say something like that?” I asked her. She was being too hard on herself.

“She remembered me even when she was dying and I totally forgot about her,”

e like we think. Even if we lose memories of them, our soul always remembers

“You didn’t forget about her. We don’t really forget about other people!

them,”

*She wanted to pay for my therapy after what happened but I said no.5

“Why?” I hated therapy but I still wouldn’t undermine its effectiveness.

She didn’t have to. She insisted and I lied to her that I already did,”

I sat at a distance from her because I didn’t want her to notice the blood stain on my hand and my shi

“I didn’t want to go to therapy,”

“Therapy is helpful sometimes,”

“Have you ever gone to one?” She asked.

a child, my father thought I was a disturbed pup. He took me for woll therapy but nothing changed. It even got worse. I pranked the therapist and he ended up falling down his office stairs

just be able to relate to werewolves and also, I was

“Like the police did,”

un…” she paused. I clicked my tongue and almost

“How did you know?”

“What?”

just said the police blamed

was an

towards me. All of a sudden, I was worried about what her reaction would be. Maybe I should

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Chapter 81

taking that

at her.

I’d managed to wipe it off a handkerchief

is that?” She asked worriedly.

dead.

way she looked

my

your skin.

my blood. It’s somebody else’s blood. You’ll believe me after I

I could even

you do, Darius?

If I was really interested in killing that b a s ta r d, I

“What b a

would be

through her hair and mumbled

being serious

and let him get away with what he did? He had the audacity to babble about it in front of

“What did he say?”

that mattered. He got taught a lesson and that’s all that

is never always the

it’s the only language I understand especially for

“You could’ve gotten hurt,”

was worried about

I’m perfectly fine. You don’t have to

d thing next time, let me know or else I’ll kill

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