CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

MELISSA'S POV.

The look in his eyes shook me to the core. 

His anger felt like something solid. Could I actually manage to escape?

The day had finally arrived— the day when we were going to fight. 

“Wh… what is wrong with you, Darius? Why are you so cranky?” My voice shook no matter how I tried to steady it, “We should talk when you're in a better mood, not when you're like this.” I said, wheeling my chair backwards. 

“Answer me; is your situation absurd, or is it not? Four months have passed, and you're still this way. You’re a damned wolf! It shouldn't take you so...