Micah’s POV
Blood drips from my hand and on the floor until there are droplets of red everywhere. I take my hands and rub them over my face as more worry takes over me and the blood paints my face crimson.
The next few hours blur into each other as I reel from a state of madness and devastation. I feel like I am going through withdrawal symptoms, not able to think or feel clearly.
Get a hold of yourself, Micah. You are the prince of this f*****g kingdom. This is unlike you.
I clench my jaw and harden myself. Panicking like this would help nobody. I can’t keep waiting for Colin to come back with answers. I walk to the washroom and turn on the tap. The man in the mirror looks like an untamed beast. Blood sharpens the edges of my face and my eyes look wild.
I let the water run through m
