Chapter 7—

Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé. What was she doing? Trying to kill him...? What else was she planning to do? Leave? Where was she going? To that place she once considered home? If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her. She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet. She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt deserved into the air and weakly tugging at her feet to get him to loosen his grip. He didn't, instead he steadied himself, gathered his strength and used it to haul her backwards. Her breaths became heavy and uneven then, her bared kn