It was only when Adan wasn’t around me was I able to think about Wesley and what Adan made me do to him. It was a no brainer that Wesley would never contact me again. My phone had been silent for days now and I knew it would remain silent in the future as well unless it was Adan himself who was calling me.
He did like to blow up my phone from time to time and claimed that he missed me. I didn’t know how I felt about that. A part of me was thrilled that my Master, the man powerful and dangerous enough to own and control my entire family missed me. It meant that I occupied his thoughts whereas the others didn’t. But the part of me who thrived in freedom and independence didn’t believe him in the slightest. After all, why would such a man—who had everything—miss me. He had better things to
