~Theo~
Nothing has ever confused me as much as Storme did. One moment, she’s all in my arms, wanting to give and take as much as she can, and the next minute, she’s threatening to accuse me of rape if I don’t leave her alone. That was the most undaunting thing I’ve ever experienced.
I threw another knife onto a darting board held up by one of the servants who was practically shivering and shitting in his pants. The last time that I’d done something like this was when I realized that something had happened to my mother, and she was nowhere to be found. But throwing knives at the board helped alleviate my stress.
I understand that my father might have given her some threats, but letting me feel her body and then turning around to accuse me of such a thing was too much. Why didn’t she trus
