Nigel

Celeste’s eyes were cold, soulless, and empty so bad that it sent a shiver skating down my spine. I had always thought that my soul was corrupted behind redemption but looking into her eyes, I knew that I was nowhere near her level of ruin.

Even though she looked me in the eye, she had erased me.

The anger that flared within my chest sent pain radiating through my body, and it took a lot of restraining not to strangle her to death. This woman wasn’t broken yet. She was far from that.

She hasn’t reached the level of despair I wanted for her. Despite all my attempts to...