Greyson
After the sun finally set, I watched as Cecilia walked up the stairs to the loft, disappearing a second before her footsteps tapped on the floor. With each passing tick of the clock, I told myself all the reasons not to follow her.
She was too good for me.
I'd f****d up too many lives to risk doing the same to hers.
I'd be dead soon.
My chin dropped to my chest as I exerted every ounce of self-discipline.
There were too many things happening and too many unknowns to complicate this situation further. What happened outside on the deck was wrong and undoubtedly the best f*****g thing to happen to me in years. In a dangerous world of death and destruction, I had the honor of watching a princess come apart. Cecilia didn't like the term and I understood why. Nevertheless, she
