Devon’s POV
I was known for my ability to always make good decisions even in the midst of stress.
It was one thing my devil of a father liked about me. Even when I was under his wrath, he would ask me a hard or difficult question and I would give him a good answer. It was what had helped me to get to where I was, to be able to defeat all the enemies that had arisen over the years to attack me.
I was good in thinking fast and more in-depth in time of difficulty.
However what would you call what happened last night?
What would you call having s*x with your pet? One who you should stay away from.
What would you f*****g call that Devon?
I had not rested since I sneaked out of her room last night. I was supposed to stay in today, to grieve Roland before looking into his death but I
