Chapter Forty five
In which sleep is a problem.
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[Ayne Kent’s Point of View]
I couldn’t sleep.
My eyes were focused on my ceiling, thoughts gathering inside of my head like a parasite. Even if I could feel myself falling through the exhaustion, I caught myself fighting it. There was a small piece of me that knew the inevitable. Knowing that I would face that asshole in my dreams made everything more challenging for me to succumb to it. To my side rests my phone, only a small click away from contacting Lucas.
But I wanted to deal with this myself.
“I can do this,” I whispered, slowly closing my eyes. Judging by the soft, shaky breath that followed it, I knew that the words were simply a lie. Adamant on lying to myself, I repeated the words, acting like a mantra. “I have to do th
