I slept almost all day Sunday. I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I only got up in the late evening when I started to feel like I was starving.
When I got back, Lucian was sitting on his bed. He looked different; something had happened.
“Where were you last night?” He looked pointedly at my bandaged hands.
“Drop it, Lucian. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Let me guess, more measures to keep ‘it’ under control?” He sounded sarcastic. “Look at you, Blake. It’s not worth it. You’re stronger than this. You have to fight this without losing yourself in the process.”
“Losing myself?” I chuckled and shook my head. “Are you blind? Am I the only one seeing this? This is me fighting, Lucian!” I yelled the last part. “If I don’t do f****d-up s**t, the beast will take over. I don’t expect you to
