Chapter29:Sabastian

Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex. The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self-sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. A deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me. I left Liston Hills, I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all. Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her. These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster. I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And every day, I wait longer for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes, closing.