Han's POV
My grip on the pen between my fingers tightened until I felt it snapped. I watched the veins on the back of my hand transformed to a dark colour and rapidly traveled up my arm.
It took only seconds before my inside felt like it was set ablaze.
I dropped the pen and my head fell forward as I held back a groan. I felt like clawing at my skin and peeling every inch of it off but I fought back the urge and locked my fists together.
This has become my usual routine once the sun set every fucking day for weeks now. I have remained stubborn and unyielding after I was told I needed to get Khael's to go back to normal.
I suddenly stop searching for him, if I hadn't stopped there's no doubt that my father will act like a prick and do what that lunatic woman wants behind my back. And that is the last thing I want or would allow.
I still haven't gotten rid of the mess I have found myself in. I had agreed to marry Bella because of him but I still find myself unable to reach him.
