EVE.
This wasn't just punishment.
This was psychological warfare.
Living under the same roof with Alpha Saint was like sleeping in a bear trap. It was never going to work out for me.
It's been two days now, and I haven't set eyes on him just yet. He hadn't even been home. And I can't begin to express how thankful I am for that. Because, honestly? That is the only thing keeping me sane.
I mean... if I had to see him right now, or be in the same space as that hollow-eyed monster and pretend we were anything but a walking crime scene, I'd snap.
The guards watched me like I was some kind of prisoner on parole. I couldn't breathe without them breathing louder.. Couldn't even piss without them waiting by the door like I might try to tunnel my way out through the toilet.
I wasn't allowed
