Chapter 6. Who Dresses in Three-Piece for Breakfast?

ROSETTE

I rested my back against the door of my room, breathing heavily, my legs shaking.

This… this was madness, it was too much, and I wanted to leave. I wanted to pick my bag and leave right this fucking minute.

My heart was racing with an emotion I hadn’t felt before—shame. It burned me, made me dizzy, and nauseous. I threw the robe on the floor and marched to the bathroom, struggling to stay standing.

I turned on the shower and didn’t even wait for it to heat up, just entering under, gasping when the cold water hit and stung my skin. But I welcomed the coldness.

I had to get my shit together if I hoped to stay sane. The Varkas brothers weren’t sane—maybe Kross a little bit—and if I indulged them, then I might join in their insanity. I wasn’t going to do that.

I would maintain my cool like I’ve done for years. Nothing was going to change that now.

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A knock jolted me awake from a much-needed sleep, and I groaned into the pillow,