I rested my back against the door of my room, breathing heavily, my legs shaking.
This… this was madness, it was too much, and I wanted to leave. I wanted to pick my bag and leave right this f*****g minute.
My heart was racing with an emotion I hadn't felt before—shame. It burned me, made me dizzy, and nauseous. I threw the robe on the floor and marched to the bathroom, struggling to stay standing.
I turned on the shower and didn't even wait for it to heat up, just entering under, gasping when the cold water hit and stung my skin. But I welcomed the coldness.
I had to get my s**t together if I hoped to stay sane. The Varkas brothers weren't sane—maybe Kross a little bit—and if I indulged them, then I might join in their insanity. I wasn't going to do that.
I would maintain my coo
