Lillia
I’m almost— almost— considering going back to my mother’s club. At least it would be familiar, at least there would be Rimi, at least I wouldn’t have to deal with these conflicting feelings, of having a mate that is capable of hurting me. Today it was an accidental s***h in the arm, but what about tomorrow?
What hurt more than the physical pain though, is his absolute inability to understand me. He still asks me questions as if I could answer. I was almost tempted to go home with Lincoln, because at least he’s kind and gentle, but I know Cassian would have killed his friend if I did that.
I spend the night crying myself to sleep with the door locked.
By late morning the next day, my hunger urges me out of the room. I keep my backpack of birthday cans with me, because I’m so afra
