Zique took up the bottle of water on the seat beside him, gulping down more than a half of it as he watched Damion and Gabe goof around on the field. The idiots hadn’t much long finished sparring and now Damion was trying to get Gabe to have a ‘push up’ competition with him.

It wouldn’t happen, Gabe was already done for the day...all he wanted now was a nice plate of food before going straight to bed. He was lucky he could sleep whenever he wanted, but it was different and difficult for Zique. He barely slept and when he actually did sleep, it was tremendously forced. He wasn’t on sleeping pills, but he sometimes wish he was.

Day time was basically the only time he got for himself at night...everything was about Kiara...his thoughts were just as betraying as she was. No matter how hard he tried, they kept going straight back to her. Her beauty had always been something that captivated him, but now he could see the ugliness beneath it.

If it weren’t for Gabe, he wouldn’t have gotten