Genevieve:
I was taken back to my room after she finished her walk. I didn’t understand the purpose of it, but I guess she was concerned that her mate had brought me here, or maybe she thought I had come back for him.
“Where were you? Why did she stop you?” Emre jumped in, bombarding me with questions the minute I was shoved inside the room by a guard.
“Why do you care?” I remembered how he made me feel like a fool back there.
“You're still crying?” I stood next to the bed, watching Kit sit there, sobbing into her palms.
“He insulted me so much,” she muttered. “My dad has never made me do these things. I feel so gross. I feel like an omega maid,” she continued, showing me there was no hope left for her.
I didn’t understand why someone could hate something so minor. I get that it was
