As soon as Avi left, the depressing resentment inside me raised ten folds. I pretended to be strong all this time yet Avi’s words had emotionally struck me in the deepest part of my chest. When he stormed out, Damien was quick to be by my side. There were still remnants of anger in his dark orbs, but that was the least of my worries now. Did Augustus think the same as Avi? That I was just using him? Hatred was all that was left. I buried it with my own hands and it was biting back. It was such an abomination, a subversion of what should be good. I...