Alexander’s POV
I open my eyes and I’m back in my room at the packhouse. I roll my eyes and sigh. I wish I could have stayed in that dream state. Although the goddesses have me doing things I don’t want to, at least it felt safe there. I didn’t have to worry about my grandmother potentially taking over control of my mind, or my mother pretending to love me. When did my life become such a mess? Oh, that’s right.. when I couldn’t handle my s**t.
Say that one more time and I will start singing Justin Bieber songs just to irritate you.
Please don’t, Jack. Just don’t.
Well, you know what not to say if you don’t want to hear my magnificent vocal chops singing the Biebs’ songs.
How do I live with you every day?
Very carefully, my friend, very carefully, but you love me. You know you do.
