Chapter 7 Even More Than Your Life?

• DAXTON
• My chest burned with rage and something far more dangerous...blood thirst. I could feel them watching me with expressions of disgust and disdain. Although I'd been released and cleared of the murder charge, all they saw was a monster, a cold-blooded murderer. I should be used to this by now. But their gazes always get to me every single time. It wasn't my fault I was born a tribrid.
• "Dax? Are you alright?" Tyrone, my zeta asked, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts. Quietly, I settled in the car, and he shut the door before sitting on the driver's seat.