"Lily. It's all because of Lily!" I burst out raw, fists clenching tight in my lap—messy waves curtaining my flushed face as old resentments boiled over, hot and jagged.
It was because of her—those bastards were hurting me. Also, it was my predecessor who forced me into this situation.
Ivory looked at me with probing eyes, dark and unreadable like storm clouds gathering—leaning forward slow, chili-tang pheromones sharpening keen. "What has this had to do with Lily?"
"They like her. All of them—Felix, Kien, even my stepbrother Alexei. He likes her too," I spat bitter, emerald stare flashing wounded, rubbing my bruised-feeling wrist harder—memories of their glares and words—cutting deeper than any fist.
I am person who believes in kindness—from the moment, I stepped into this world—I haven't hurt anyone or did anything wrong to anyone.
