LEAH
“I feel awful.” I choked out, my chest tight, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or regret clawing at me. Maybe both. Either way, it burned, hollowing me out like I had swallowed fire and it was settling in my ribs.
My hands fumbled on the sheet as I gripped, released, and smoothed it out. I was restless, aching to do something… and anything distracts me.
“Your fidgeting is getting on my nerves.” Royanna groaned. “You are not a child, you can make your own decisions, and you made one, so sulk it up.”
I wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead, Royanna was right. I had nothing to feel guilty or regret for; I made my choice; I had to be independent, not place all my hopes on one man. For all I know, Damien could be irrational, lose his cool, and kill his f
