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Jack's POV

As I woke up from the not so pleasant, taunting dreams of Jamie, I heard the familiar chuckle.

"Trouble in paradise?"

My chest rumbled as I saw Pitch. His black sleek appearance a couple of feet away.

"What do you want now, Pitch?" I complained.

He sighed. "Nothing satisfies me more than seeing you in pain."

I rolled my eyes at his words as I shuffled towards him.

"I'm not in the mood for your games," I spat.

"I see that, Frost. Jamie did a number on you. Always knew he had it in him," Pitch mused.

My anger rose in his presence. "Do not utter his name in front of me, Pitch! I am furious enough."

He appeared in puffs of black smoke around the room. One place then another as he continued.

"Now now, Jack. I don't hold such feelings for the pitiful human as you do. His childish enthusiasm sickens me and his widespread love of all things is revolting. How you so called Guardians love that human escapes me," he ranted.

"'That human' is the love of my existence. So I suggest you shut the hell up before I make you!"

"Whoa, temper temper, young man," he said.

"I am a 324 year old man, Pitch. Do not treat me as otherwise."

He chuckled darkly. "I'm impressed with your anger, Frost. You could definitely join me any day."

I seethed internally. But....I was intrigued by his offer.

"Well, time flies when you're destroying dreams. Ta ta, Jack." Then he he disappeared with black smoke left behind.

I groaned and messed around with my white hair.

Pitch is a nuisance.

I need you, Jamie. Now more than ever...

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