Leilani.
For the first couple of minutes, my lungs felt like they were on literal fire; but for some reason, it did not feel bad. It did not feel like I was in any form of pain. If anything, I felt good.
Very good.
My body seemed as though it had been overtaken by a greater force, a force strong enough to override my sense of reasoning. Because come to think of it, in what dream would I have tried to attack Darius of all people if I wasn't going mad?
If I didn't have a death wish?
So in better terms, I could just say that I felt possessed.
"Leilani, stop!" He ground out, his voice sounding so ice cold, it sent shivers down my spine.
But ladies and gentlemen, do you know what I found extremely strange?
The fact that the almighty powerful Darius didn't seem mad. He wasn't annoyed that I was doing all of this, whatever it was, to him. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying it.
