Chapter 19

Asher's perspective:

A glass of whiskey was clutched in my swollen, bruised hands as soon as I entered my home from the pack house.

I was keeping my promise to her.

Throughout each day I would work with James and we would work through the remaining intricacies within our plan. However, we hadn't even heard a thing from the witch since Rose left. To me, this just meant that she wanted to play a game with me, a game i am wholly unwilling to participate in.

It's Bullshit i sneered internally.

The silence of the house was unbearable, so, gulping down my drink, I felt grim satisfaction as the alcohol burned down my throat.

Then, I forcefully threw the glass at the wall and emotionlessly watched it shatter into a million pieces with a roar tearing from my sore throat, my carefully moulded facade crumbling.

The screams were endless as they ripped out of my throat, screams of pain and anguish.

James and Lola had learned to stop coming round after the first night without her.

The floors were dangerously littered with glass shards and splinters of wood; the house had become a zone of destruction.

But I didn't care anymore.

I clenched my hands into fists, ignoring the agony which coursed through my body. With a growl of anguish, I stormed over to the only untouched thing in the house: the chair which she used to sit on every single day.

As I walked over to it, my subconscious replayed all of the memories I had of her sitting there whether she had a smile adorning her beautiful face or her petite body laughing in amusement, her gorgeous eyes looking straight into my soul.

With alcohol burning through my veins and an empty rage engulfing me, I smashed the chair to pieces.

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Yeah, this was quite sad to write:(

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