Both Emerick and Aviva are beath bond due to both of them wanting dead by assassins, so they're forced to side together and stay alive long enough to make mends with the prince who you'll learn more about it if you'd take a glimpse of this juicy series.

He's fighting hard for her attention, fight hard for her trust. Now he's fighting hard to show she's never going to be yours.

I feel her lick my neck, I know she licked my neck because that's just how Ziryah is.

"Okay, Ziryah,"I said grabbing her hands and cupping them in mine,  "If  you  want to do this right now then we have to take a ride to the drive-thru."

Her face pouts. "I want to do it now." she urged.

"Ziryah,"

I exhale a sigh. As I sat up, I placed a delicate finger on her bottom lip. "When we do," I say, "we need to be protected." She really doesn't handle that the way I'd want her to.

"You know Emrick!... I don't think I want to anymore,"  "I don't think we'll ever be able to do this again."

She says this while slipping away from my grasp. She offers us both a thumbs up. We're passing it back and forth until we just stop.

"Oh Ziryah, I thought we agreed that we only have each other until school starts back up," "But see. . .we still expect we'll have control over each other even though we're a temporary thing."

She shrugs.

"I know that... It's just-"  She cuts off and lowers her head, grabbing hold of her elbow. " I don't know." She admits dropping on the bed beside me.

"But that doesn't mean We're over," Her head lifts, "Right,"  "I mean there's always next year's summer?"

I shake my head, meaning it only to be to myself but allow it to show.

"What!" Ziryah demands. "what's got you shaking your head?"

"I-" I couldn't finish; Wouldnt allow myself to finish. I saw this before and can't live with myself if I let it happen again. So I get up and look down at her.

". . .what," She says shyly. doing everything to keep her eyes from connecting with mine.

"Ziryah," "Look at me." I lift her chin to look at me. But her eyes only look to the sides. I smile. hunching to her and placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Then whisper, '' I love you."

It's hard to breathe in and out with so much stress. But with help, you could manage anything. Azealia is a young adult with childhood trauma, she goes and gets therapy on daily basis, but with life going around her, and others not seeming to care that their actions hurt her, it leads her to have a breakdown. Stoping her visits to therapy sessions and even stopped going outside and socializing with others. The only people she sees are her brother and occasionally her mother. That's only because they want her to get out, and stop all her isolation.