TAVIAN’S POV
Harsh voices echo in my head, forcing me to count each step towards Nana’s room just to distract myself.
There are days like this when the struggle is unbearable, and then there are others when it’s easier to deal with.
Either way, I fight the urge to reach inside my mind and rip the thoughts out, to silence it all. I’ve learned how to control it, but what I really want is to be free.
“Nana?” I knock on her door like the gentleman she raised me to be, waiting for a response.
Instead, I hear giddy laughter from the other side.
I know Selene doesn’t talk or respond to casual conversation, only attending to my grandmother in silence.
There aren’t any maids who would dare to while away time chatting with her rather than doing their job to make her comfortable. Except for
