'Writing to him again? I see… don't you know man has need and the battlefield is one of the places, where you can find easy woman to sleep with? The night will be so cold and man needs to warm their bed.'
Xaden chuckled viciously, but this time, it was not his voice that was in her head, but she could see him. She could see that man perching on the windowsill, staring at her with his judging eyes, smirking derisively when Zuri wrote a letter for Khaos.
Her hands were trembling, her handwritten looked so ugly. She didn't know whether it was because of her fear or if it was because of anger, but she wanted to shut him up.
'Oh, please Zuri, don't pretend as if you don't see me. You hurt my feeling, you know? I know that you can hear me. I know that you can see me, there is no running away from me and you know that.' Xaden cooed. 'Oh, poor Zuri. Poor my little mate.'