Penelope hung up with her sister. Her father was dead. He was killed by that bastard who called himself the rogue king. That f.ucker was no king, just a killer. Penelope couldn’t help but cry, and she hated herself for it. So many thoughts were running through her head.
‘I should have been there.’
‘I’m not as sad as I should be.’
‘I wish I had more time with him.’
‘What about mom.’
Poor mom Penelope had always judged her harshly for letting dad walk all over her. Turns out she was r.aped and she just wanted her mate to stay with her. Goddess why can’t our life’s ever be easy? Why can’t I shake the feeling that we are just cursed.
Penelope sat in her room crying trying to look up flights back home. The earliest flight wasn’t for a couple of days. Penelope talked to Jackson and he wo
