Troy's POV
I don't know how to get myself out of this one. Phoenix is the prince, but I'm the one who royally screw3d up.
I haven't been able to control my urges, and instead of taking matters into my own hands (pun intended), I continued getting my familiar fix the same way I always have.
"Fvck. Ragnar, what do I do?"
I lay on my bed hoping for an answer, but he's been quiet since Angelica called me out on my bvllshit, in the ballroom.
"Mate trusted you to help her once..." Ragnar finally responds to me.
"I don't think she'd be as trusting a second time." I sigh.
"Maybe you can strike another deal with her?" He suggests.
"Like what?" He has my curiosity.
"Look for an opportunity." Ragnar replies.
"Well, that doesn't help me right now, now does it?"
I groan. Fvck. It's time fo
