|ADELINE'S POV|
I was thinking about it the whole day. It bothered me. The thought of leaving Yevgeny, and Rowan, but f**k. Isn't this my life. Should I not be focused on myself?
Would they be mad? Yes, yes they would. And they'd be hurt. But if I stick around here, I'd die by the hands of Ava. I don't know what to choose. I do not know which road to take. I sat out on the front porch and waited for something to throw an answer my way.
Yevgeny returned to the house at night, and I stared up at him. Tears filled my eyes, and I tried to tell myself not to cry. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Capable of choosing myself and instead, here I am… so f*****g conflicted.
“What's wrong?” He sat next to me, throwing one arm around me. Yevgeny always smelled like old spice and cigars.
