Blake’s pov
I went back to my room, how could this be happening to me?
How can I keep losing control over even the smallest things she does?
This is not me.
I am not the type that loses control so easily.
When you have lived for as long as I have you have control over your emotions.
Not only that but also if you have lived the kind of life I have lived you dont have a choice.
I grew up in a hostile environment where control means survival.
But here I am losing control over the smallest things she does.
I sat down on the bed and knowing that she is in the next room drove me crazy.
All I wanted was to go there and do the unimaginable.
There is no way I will survive staying here for another night.
Tomorrow at the earliest I am leaving this place and going to tell the council
