Shleya's eyes still blazed with hate though Julie was free. Daren's cold-hearted personality was terrible to watch, let alone endure. She threw her dagger again in frustration. The dagger bounced off straight towards her. She reached out fearlessly and grabbed the daggers handle with staggering skill. She then threw it downwards where it buried itself in the steel of the stadium's ground. She didn't want to watch but what choice did she have? She wanted to wake up but she wasn't stupid enough to kill herself. She began paced back and forth her eyes staring hard at the cold ground. It's just as cold as his black heart. She thought with bitterness.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
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