CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Morgan’s POV:
When something looks too good to be true, it usually is.
My father was a religious believer in that saying.
He used it all the f*****g time.
Whenever something went suspiciously well, whenever Alex or I got overly excited about something, or whenever Dad simply wanted to remind us that life had a funny way of knocking you on your ass when you got too comfortable.
I used to roll my eyes every time he said it.
Now, I wished he were here so I could tell him he was f*****g right.
Things had been going way too well between Damian and me.
And honestly, I thought we'd had enough.
My kidnapping.
Me almost f*****g dying.
Nearly four days of everyone wondering if I was ever going to wake up.
You'd think the Goddess—or the universe, or whoever the f**k
