Demir
I am going insane. Really, really insane. Reckless, losing my mind. I should not be touching Geneva Valentine. She’s my king’s sister, my job. She’s at least twenty years younger than me. She’s the reason my family got destroyed.
As I walk down the hall, to my car, to just drive off, never to come back, that damn erection in my pants refusing to go away, I know that last bit is not true - Geneva is not the reason for the fall of my family. I am. I just don’t want to admit it to myself. Yes, she got my brother killed, and it resulted in my mom’s untimely death, but none of it would have ever happened if I wasn’t born, if I were anyone else but myself.
Gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles go white, I don’t start the ignition, I just stare at the empty space in front
