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I sigh, tossing onto my side so that I can’t see her.

She is too beautiful to look at. The fire in her eyes drags me towards her and even though all we are doing is fighting, I find myself enjoying the conversations.

Even in anger she is tempting me, and I can’t fall for that trap again.

I sigh noisily, letting her know I’m annoyed.

She sighs just as loud, filled with agitation and frustration.

“I hate you,” she mutters. And I smirk, a sarcastic taunt running through my mind, shaking my head.

I can’t let myself care if she hates me.

She is nothing to me. Nothing.

I close my eyes, trying to force myself to go to sleep.

Chapter 8 - Ruslana

Day after day, I sit alone in this room. The housekeeper escorts me to the bathroom so that I can wash, food is delivered in silence. Guards stand at the door anytime I am given my fifteen minutes and they watch me closely up until the point where I am locked up again.

Then, I am left in solitude for the rest of the day.

No one says a word to me.

And I’m going insane.

I thought that the way my brothers treated me was suffocating. I thought that having guards follow me around while I shopped and visited friends was torture.

But I had no idea what it was really like to be controlled. To be left alone with nothing but your own thoughts day after day, night after night.

I am, very literally, starting to lose my mind.

In the evenings, when Avraam comes into the room to sleep next to me, it’s a massive relief.

Just having a human being next to me—a live, breathing, real person to share my space with—but he refuses to speak to me.

I tried the first few nights just to ask questions.

How was the day?

How was the weather?

Did anything happen in the news?

Fucking anything. I just want to hear his voice to ease my own crazy thoughts.

But he wouldn’t reply.

That’s when I started picking fights with him.

And for some reason, he responded to that. He defended himself when I insulted him, and he threw back random, angry remarks when I said stupid things.

So that’s what I do every night now.

It’s all I have—and I need it.

Every day that passes by suffocates me a little more.

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