-Elias Grayson:
I woke up with a headache.
Not the sharp, sudden kind. The dull one. The one that had become my constant companion for the past two weeks. The kind that settled behind my eyes and refused to leave because I kept crying myself to sleep like some pathetic child.
All this because of someone who probably doesn't give a fuck about me. A powerful witch who's probably spending his time without else now, that thought kills me. Someone else's hands on his body, touching him how we touched him, forgetting about us, considering our night together just two additional bodies to add to his body count when it meant everything to us.
I pressed my palm to my forehead and let out a shaky breath.
I've never been like this.
I've never been a crybaby. I've always been emotional, sure, but not like this. Not this fragile. Not this wrecked. And I hated it. I hated how my omega instincts wrapped around my emotions and squeezed until everything felt amplified, unbearable.
Fuck.
