’Yeah. Fuck that man with his hypocrisy word!’
’Shut him up! He knew nothing!’
’Oh, his eyes will look so good once you gouged them out of his head.’
The voices returned. Khaos had gone so long, Zuri craved his presence, but not only because she needed him, as he was her mate, but because the voices returned.
Her medicine didn’t really help to shut them up and the past week she had been suppressing her darkest urge to kill someone, to feel the blood on her face, to embed her claws into someone’s flesh. The euphoria of that moment was very tempting.
And right now, Rhett was truly challenging her patience.
’Kill him!’
’Kill him!’
’Kill him!’
"Fuck you, Rhett," Zuri cussed him out through her gritted teeth, she glared at him sharply. "Get out of my face before I killed you."
To her annoyance, Rhett didn’t budge, he was standing there like a statue, staring at her. "Is the voice, right? The voices returned."
"That’s none of your business."
"Zuri, don’t be like this. You are still my little sister, I care about you." Rhett looked desperate, which was laughable, since he was the one, who put Zuri in this condition.
"No. I am not your sister anymore. You created a monster, Rhett, now deal with it." Zuri narrowed her eyes. "You are no brother of mine. You are dead to me."
After saying that, Zuri walked out of the room, if she stayed a little bit longer, she was afraid she was going to kill him right there and then. She still needed him alive. He was way more valuable to be alive then dead.
’Kill him!’
’Kill him!’
’Kill him!’
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