MALCOLM “ Well, neither do I” My eyes were still closed and pain still resonated from the side of my neck when a groan reached my ears. And I instantly knew who it was. “You're awake. How wonderful,” his voice dripped with venom and sarcasm which only further confirmed my suspicion that he was in the room. That and the obnoxious smell of strawberries that oozed off his skin. Like seriously, why would the scent of strawberries be so strong on one human being? I pulled myself off the floor before I peeled my eyes open. The lights glared through my orbs and a wince escaped me. Unfortunately, I wasn't silent enough. “Is the exile hurt by a little light? I thought you were stronger than that,” he taunted with a vicious smirk on his face. I sent him a glare and the sight of him only fuelled my anger. A blinding neon blue jumpsuit covered his body while his feet rested in six inch heels that could kill me if used as a weapon. Layers of makeup were plastered on his face. How can he ev
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