Octavia
Standing in my room, I stared into the mirror above the large white marble sink. I ran my hand over the foggy glass and scrutinized my reflection.
Had I really agreed to help him? My father’s murderer? Am I out of my mind?
That seemed like the only explanation.
Or maybe he’s our mate, and if he asked you to get down on your knees and—
“Oh, look who woke up,” I said sarcastically. “Come to join the hell of a party I call my life?”
You’re the one who doesn’t like me near. And to be honest, I don’t really enjoy being around you either.
“I figured that out.”
I sighed and ran my hands over my face. No, I told myself. I was doing this to ensure my brother didn’t have the last laugh. My father wouldn’t want that.
I glanced one last time at the mirror, focusing on the mark on my s
