I have just stepped over the line of what one can only describe as insanity. Perhaps even one can call it an obsession. Whichever you want to call me while I have Zoe slumped over my shoulder shall define what my actions will lead to today.
So it is with her elegant body, which is yet so light as a feather, that we slip back through the door at the terrace. After handing her gently over to Stefan, we make haste to get our fucking dumb asses back into the car. I need to get back home before she comes too again. And god, I am dreading that moment when she does.
Now I am fully expecting a tantrum, yet I want to believe that she will be relieved and perhaps even a slight bit excited. But as far as Breyden, the man is now truly going to come and kill me. Well, he needs to find me first.
I cannot fucking believe I did this!
Have I gone completely mad?
