#Chapter57

Aries Blackwood

I gripped my hair tighter. What had I done? I had said the cruellest words to her. I didn’t mean it. I don’t hate you.

“I hate the fact that you exist.” No, I don’t.

“I hate the fact that you were made for me. I don’t want you.” I want you even if it’s a sin.

“I never will. Till my dying breath.” Lies.

All the words that I spoke were lies. I was afraid that I was starting to fall for this human. This weak little human had somehow managed to take a place in my heart over the week that I had watched her....