Chapter 107- Bath with Lady Luella

EDITED.

"From their ashes, I will rise. They will know the pain they inflicted. In their end, I'll find my justice. Their screams will be my victory song." ~Araneae Ruber

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HEATH SAT on the bed with a short towel over his head. Water dripped from his hair. He bowed his head in shame. He was disgusted with himself and his actions.

Did he even love her? 

No. 

He couldn't have loved her and acted like this. This was sick, he was sick. Brant stood, leaning against the wall as he stared at Heath. 

"Listen, don't kill yourself over it. You are a man. It is normal," He said, trying to reason with him. 

But Heath said nothing, then throw himself back to the bed. His wet mass of hair spread on the bed and soaked in it.

"I am disgusting"

"You are not"