CYRA
The water poured over me, hot and relentless, but it didn’t wash anything away. The instruction I had just given replayed in my mind, and I pressed my forehead to the wall, my hands splayed against the cold stone as I broke.
When I had first heard that Greyson’s father intended to get Greyson to reject me, I had panicked. The fear had then turned vicious, and I had gone into the human city and hired an assassin to take care of Gerard.
But I had ended up calling it off the moment I pictured Greyson’s face. Greyson deeply loved his father, and taking him away would have irreparably shattered his world.
But this time, he left me no choice. I couldn’t separate from Greyson, especially not now.
Stopping the water, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself with shaking hands.
