#Chapter 117 Separation and Superstition

Dominic The world was a blur around me as I walked through the house. My body was taking me away from that room, away from Mira, and I was not going to fight it. It wasn’t until I reached the side door that I realized I had retraced my exact route from the night before. Once outside, I let out the breath I had been holding. It came out more of a shout than I wanted, but luckily no one was around. I picked up my stride once more, trying not to dwell on the dramatic irony of storming out into the night twice in a row. Lucian’s smug face loomed before me, and I fought the urge to turn right back around and go find him in his room and beat the shit out of him. But I knew that wouldn’t change anything that had happened. And I was already injured from last night’s brawl with Mira. I cringed at the thought of it. My memory was still mostly just feelings and flashes of images that I had to piece together. Maybe someday I would get the rest of it from those who witnessed it. B