LUCIAN
In those past few days, I was discovering I possessed a truly monumental amount of willpower.
Because it took a staggering amount of it to continuously avoid my parents and their disappointed, suffocating glares. It took even more to tolerate Diana’s endless, high-maintenance presence. But above all, it took literal truckloads of willpower to endure the absolute torture Katherine was putting me through.
Managing those two women was rapidly moving past the point of a challenge; it was becoming thoroughly, deeply exhausting.
On one hand, there was Diana: handling her lately was like trying to control an enraged, bloodthirsty hound whose only goal was to completely rip Kat to shreds. It was impossible to keep up with the exhausting daily dramas she dragged into my office — a maid
