Ferrah
My notes weren't helping me make a decision at all. Nothing was helping. What I felt for Onyx now was so at odds with everything that I knew about shifters, and everything that I knew about myself. I had no idea what the right decision was anymore.
I kept coming back to the same thought, no matter how much I tried to talk myself out of it.
Give them a chance.
It seemed absurd, but I couldn't think of another way to proceed. I hadn't left this room without Onyx since I was moved here. I could, though. The guards would follow me to make sure I didn't try anything, but was that really such a bad thing? I was pretty sure that they would protect me if someone tried to attack me unprovoked.
I slipped my shoes on and went to the door. I took a deep breath to steel myself, then op
