She wears her dark hair long and often tied in ponytail. She's got a piercing at her navel and a little rose-shaped tatoo at the bottom of her back, b...t she's not otherwise really audacious or adventurous. She's not a vulgar bitch nor a "try any drug" girl. She just lives a cool life by her parent's while finshing economics studies. She had a couple of boyfrineds but nothing really outstanding and their sex life was rather average. Now she's single. In order to get some money, she still goes. “You need to calm down! Where are you?”“Almost home. You’re not even gonna deny it might be yours.”“I told you ain’t nothing goin’ on with me and Charnae.”“Whatever! I want you out of my house.”“You talking crazy now. Let me tell the guys I gotta run home real fast. We can talk.”“Fuck you!”“I’m on my way. Calm down.”The squat, caramel-skinned man hopped into his work truck and took off. When he walked in the house, his wife was throwing his clothes on the floor. “Kaylah! Chill out, man,” he. “Hi Adam,” I said and the tears started up again. “I-- uh…” I couldn’t get the rest out. I couldn’t stand him seeing me this way, but as usual, he softened up to my crying.“Courtney.” he said this in his reassuring voice, “let's take a walk.” It’s what he said every time I was crying and he needed to talk to me. Walks calm me down. “I’m working, Adam.” I said, still crying.“The fuck you are.” he said, his face back to the angry one. “If you had told me things were this bad, I could have helped. It was no longer Alara’s death, or her writhing on Nikolai’s lap. It was the tiny woman cradling her dead son, with her heart breaking through the silence of the night in the aftermath of his rage. He had seen it happening, but not through his own eyes, almost as if he were a spectator to the event, steering his enormous horse to run the child down and only returning to his body after he turned the steed around, and saw the tiny and broken boy in the arms of his distraught mother. His guards.