Chapter 35

Alexi stands there, infuriatingly quiet, watching me, and I am not sure he even heard me. He gazes at me as I cry softly and stare at the mirror as though I can will it back into one piece. I am in so much internal pain and distress.

“Alexi!” I yell at him, bringing myself back to tear my focus away from the ruins. Frustrated, and slamming the boudoir door behind me to close out the stench still wafting our way. I have no desire to check the others and wipe a tear from my cheek, rolling over my skin.

She has destroyed my home. I won’t leave it like this, in the hands of some inadequate hoe bag. I won’t walk away and let it crumble into disrepair. I can practically hear its walls crying out for me to come to save it. He offered this to me… he offered a real piece of owning it. It’s not ‘come back and be my servant’… he offered me a real chance at ownership and being important in this place.

My brain is in chaos, torn between my heart and head, and I know it’s stupid