Chapter Thirty-Two
And I do. I love Nero. I don’t know why it took this horror for me to realize how I feel. And now it’s too late. There’s no way to break the sire bond.
Unless… isn’t love supposed to conquer all?
It doesn’t hurt to give that a try. Picturing myself in a romantic movie, I visualize a montage of all the reasons I’ve fallen for my boss and Mentor. The end result is more reminiscent of porn, though. Apparently, our best moments were X-rated and above.
The montage idea isn’t working—aside from convincing me about my feelings for my soon-to-die lover.
No matter how I feel, the cursed sire bond keeps making me drink Nero’s blood.
Inside the dark hidey-hole in my mind, I’m screaming like a banshee.
If it were possible to strain the brain by wishing something, I’d need a s
