Chapter 84 ~ A cruel Joke

ATHENA

My breath halts. My spine locks.

Because the hand holding my waist in a firm, grounding grip belongs to him.

My sworn enemy!

His touch scorches right through the fabric of my coat despite the glacial look on his face.

Up close, he's even more infuriatingly gorgeous. His blonde hair is slicked back like a halo of arrogance, sharp cheekbones set in stone, and those green eyes, God, those eyes narrow with a cold disapproval.

He looks older and harder. But even more good-looking! It's more like the devil with an angel's face.

I jerk away from his grip like it burns. "I'm fine," I say through clenched teeth, already bracing myself for the venom.

"Clearly," he mutters, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve like I've contaminated him.

lann turns, and he frowns upon seeing Alex.

I guess I'm not the only shocked one.

"Quinn." Alex acknowledges.

"Am I supposed to get offended that my best friend showed up without giving me

a heads up?" lan pouts, and Alex rolls his eyes.

I step away as far away from him as possible.

"I thought you were on call, and this hospital is the last place I expected to see you." He responds, his eyes focused on me.

The way he looks at me only makes me angry.

I turn to face lan, "I'll wait for you outside."

I don't wait for permission. I just turn and walk, no, storm down the hall, ignoring

cheeks, ignoring the way my heart is punching against my ribs like it wants to

burning fighting to

feel his gaze

not to look back and throw two middle fingers

is he

to be

clearly, every demon from

Who cursed me?

pulling me back to that dark place. It grips my heart so hard breathing becomes

pause, exhaling hard as I plant my palms

You're not that

my skin. But I hold my

me.

don't turn around. "Still following

not even trying to mask the sarcasm in his smirk. "Relax. I

the wall.

doesn't change. That annoyingly blank mask he wears so

flickers

Just for a second.

Something broken.

I shake my head at that, this is Alex we are talking about, he doesn't break. He is

I press

his gaze burning into my skin. He's so close behind me

and facing the front, counting down the numbers as the

Stupid sixteen floor!

with tension, suffocating. His presence looms behind me like a storm cloud, dark

wound tight, but I refuse to

again, but

the

face me."

I ignore him.

again, like venom. "You know, running away never helped anyone. Sometimes, you just need

fingers are shaking as I

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