Mykel’s POV
How could I have been so stupid as to involve myself with that lying, backstabbing whelp without knowing who she really was? I’d spent the entire night locked in my office, or so I’d thought. It was after the third bottle of scotch I knew I couldn’t go back to my room. I wasn’t scared to face Lilith and her mood, rather what I’d do to her. I’m no saint, I never claimed to be. But I was no woman beater either. That being said, there had been moments when rage blinded me. Rage so aggressive it controlled my entire being that I never had any recognition of what happened afterwards. I’d see Lilith with a bruise or a bite mark, then the way she would flinch from me told me all I needed to know. Whenever I had asked if I was responsible all I’d get was ‘don’t worry about it’. It bec
