“You can’t stay here, Zique. You won’t fully recover. It’s been more than a week. And Kiara...you need to get back to your senses so you can set her free.”

“Free?” Zique looked around the room. “She doesn’t want to be free...she keeps coming back here.”

“Not again, Zique.”

Zique smiled, his eyes seeming distant. “Sometimes she’s nice. She smiles at me, holds me...but then...” he hugged himself, the little twitch of his lips slowly wavering. “Then she picks up that knife again...that bloody knife and she kills me over and over again with it.”

“She said she’s sorry. She told me she was.”

“If she was sorry, she wouldn’t keep doing it again.” He looked down at his side where he knew the scars she left was. His shirt was covering them, but they were there. His Kiara...his princess...she stabbed him twice.

Though he lived through it, he felt dead. Every time he thought of her, his mother’s face would replace hers...that snake, it was probably her who possessed Kiara...that evil woman who b