~MARLOWE~
Why was it, I wondered, that I’d spent most of my life confused? Confused about my father. Confused about why love always felt conditional, temporary, like something I had to earn and then still somehow lost. I had never understood why my dad had looked at me like I was a burden instead of a daughter. I’d never understood why my own brother hadn’t loved me enough to give a s**t if I died in a ditch somewhere after he’d kicked me out of the club.
I hadn’t heard a word from him since.
I’d tried to go back once. Just once. I’d stood at the edge of the Sons of Morning Star compound, heart pounding like I was twelve again, begging for approval I already knew I wouldn’t get. They hadn’t even let me through the gate.
Now I sat beneath the tree I’d claimed on my third night at the Ra
