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I wish there’s a better way of putting it, but there is none. There are no excuses for my foolishness and cruelty. I have failed you. I failed to trust you when you never gave me any reason to distrust you. I failed to believe you when you have always been true, even in the times that I did not deserve your loyalty and faithfulness.

I hurt you, deliberately, mercilessly, and cruelly, and till the day I die I will always remember and never forgive myself for it.

I doubted you, I hurt you, and I know I do not deserve to say the words, but I will because I am and have always been a selfish bastard and I cannot just let you go without trying – without giving up my life trying to make you take a chance on me again.

I love you. Even when I hated you, when I thought that you only wanted to be with me for my money, I loved you. You are always in my thoughts. I see you wherever I go, I hear your voice even when all is silent, and I feel you now even if you only exist in my memories.

I will not give up searching for you. I will never tire of looking for you because I need to know you are fine – that you have survived despite my worst attempts to drown you in the pain of my cruelty.

I hope and I pray to all the gods in heaven that you are indeed able to read this letter because it means that you are alive and well. If you are fine, please – I know I do not deserve your pity, but please, I beg of you – let me know that you are fine. I need to know you are fine.

I love you.

I know I’m not making any sense – I started my letter like I know what to say but as I end it, my thoughts are jumbled and all I can write are those three words.

I love you.

They are all I have left.

Yours forever,

Damen

His gaze was blurry when his fingers moved away from the keyboard. Damen struggled to breathe, his emotions weighing heavily on him.

I love you, Mairi. I love you. I love you.

Sometimes, he just had to say the words, even if it was only in his mind. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Slowly, his fingers moved back to the keyboard.

He typed a postscript.

Forgive me. Please. I am yours to punish, forever if you want, but please just let me stay by your side.

Damen hit Enter and the email was sent.

He knew there would be no reply, as there had been no reply to his other emails. But he waited anyway. He would wait forever if he had to. It was better than thinking something had happened to Mairi.

Seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into hours. He only closed the laptop when morning became noon and it was time to leave. He would never tire of waiting for a sign that Mairi was fine – would more than welcome any news of Mairi perhaps celebrating as she drank to her freedom from her hellish life with him. But for now, there was a place he needed to go so he could fulfill his vow.

CLEON FRANGOS WAS INDEED a stupid and foolish man. When weeks turned into a month and he still had not heard from Damen Leventis, he convinced himself that he had nothing to worry about. Slowly but more carefully this time, he began to rebuild his life.

Sadly, there was no way to reclaim his old job. The board had fired him, and Cleon had at least been smart enough to know that appealing his case would have been useless. Ioniko Vlahos’ mother was one of the school’s board members, a fact that made getting his job back an impossibility.

He was not without friends though, and by pulling a few strings, Cleon had gotten one of his older cronies to smooth his way into getting a job as faculty head in an all-girls school outside Athens. The pay was pathetic for a man of his stature, but the number of girls that he would be in control of was good recompense.

A knock sounded on his door, and Cleon wetted his lips in anticipation. He had recently convinced the guidance counselor to send her most troublesome students to him, and today he would be “consulting” with the first of them.

“Come in,” he called out, keeping his voice deliberately abrupt so he would instill fear in the girl outside his room.

The door opened.

Cleon’s face blanched.

The door slammed shut.

“No—-” Panic made him turn to the windows behind him and claw them open. If he had to jump out of his office windows, so be it. Anything was better than facing the man—-

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