It's getting more complex than I have expected it to be. A man who sees execution as a norm and daily routine. I can't fathom the horror on his victim's family's faces. This is against my principles. I shouldn't love a man like this. He is the darkness Sister Eleanor had preached about. The devil she has warned us about.
I walk to sit on the bed, my heart racing at how unfortunate I have been both in choosing the family I am born into and a man I have love. All these thoughts clouded my senses but yet, it couldn't change the way I feel about Malva. It was never enough to make me start thinking twice about how much I loved him.
At that moment, I heard the door open, and the scent of rose fills the air. At once, I swallowed hard, looking away when I caught a glimpse of him heading toward
