INDY
Why the heck did I have to make this story so complicated?
I pressed my lips together, my chest tight as that thought repeated itself over and over in my head.
This was one of the reasons why Rome couldn’t just elope with Clara.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want to.
It was because I existed.
My existence itself was a problem. A living, breathing disruption in a system that demanded obedience to ancient magic and bloodlines.
Why did I have to be so important?
The thought made me scoff bitterly. Important. What a joke.
I clicked my tongue, my jaw tightening as I stared at Genevieve. The hospital wall behind her felt like it was closing in.
However, I knew better.
I had lived with this knowledge longer than she realized.
I just needed to accept the rejection.
That was all
