“Alberto sent us a gift,” I replied numbly, my voice a little hoarse from built-up emotions. A full minute passed before Viktor finally reacted. The image of Ayla bare, her legs spread, her eyes frightened, filled with tears was forever etched in my memory.Ī second passed.
Viktor grabbed the photo firmly in his hands and stared at it.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he bent down. He stopped in front of the door, his eyes moving to his feet. My eyes snapped open, making contact with Viktor’s as he stepped into my office. The thought was enough to drive me insane. It ached so much I was suffocating under the pressure.īut the pain was nothing compared to what Ayla was going through. Under the layers of fury, my heart was aching. My jaw ground with the effort to keep myself under control.Īyla’s face flashed behind my closed lids, and my body tightened as a wave of pain coursed through me. Closing my eyes, I threw the photo across the room, not caring where it landed. My fingers tightened on the pictures until they crumbled in my fist. The little humanity left inside of me was gone the instant I laid eyes on the photos in my hands.įury boiled inside of me as I imagined the multiple ways to mutilate Alberto’s body. I no longer felt anything except deep loathing and fury. Anger was enough to make someone go insane. There’s a big difference between anger and fury. It kept me grounded enough to find my Angel.īut now, I was raging.
Anger had been a constant emotion inside of me since Ayla had been taken away. The pictures were shaking only because my hands were trembling. Stared at them longer than I should have.
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