BREA POV
I waited all night, my eyes fixed on the door, and as the hours rolled by, I concluded that maybe Nicolai was not the only one obsessed because why was I waiting for him to come to me?
"This is so frustrating!" I yelled at the wall, then flopped onto the bed, and a familiar scent wafted up my nose. It was Nicolai's. I inhaled greedily before I forced myself to stop.
"You have completely gone off the deep end, Brea," I told myself, then dragged my hand through my hair before tugging on them viciously. It reminded me of Nicolai's hand in my hair, the power that had radiated from him.
"You need to stop. You need to f*****g get a grip, Brea." I groaned. Even if I stayed, I couldn't live locked up and be treated like some sort of furniture. And now that he was considering eating m
