His Antidote, Her Torment

wers, beautiful and deadly to me, released their pollen into the air. My skin broke ou

where to be seen. She had likely been dismissed, a small, meanin

lways kept with me, a necessity for surviving life in Julian's world. The medicine sho

ink about what to do n

. He lunged at me, his hands closing aroun

narled, his fingers tightening. "You told

k, couldn't breathe. I shook my head frantically

st humiliated by him! He called her a whore and

r. I was dying. Here, in this room, at the hands

iousness began t

coughing and gasping, te

recover. He grabbed me by th

ed. "You're going

u taking me?"

ouse, and you're going to kneel at h

ran col

down to the garage, throwing me

through the city streets. "You're going to apologize, or I will send that vide

condition was fragile, was his final,

t all he was doing was solidifying my decision to leave

lavish Upper East Side town

ved me to my knees on the cold, wet

d you will kowtow one hundred times. Ma

wrong," I said, my v

ne in his hand, my mother's con

couldn't let hi

ked through my clothes, chilling me to the bone. The pain in my th

ple whispering from nearby windows,

movements sluggish. T

n, I thought I heard his voice, shar

. He wanted me dead. He ha

s finally taking me, my last thought was one