Anna.
I pace around my living room, biting my lower lip as the tension thickens in the air. After leaving the king residence, I battled my thoughts all the way home.
With a glass of red wine in hand, I hoped it would help clear my mind, but it hasn't. Instead, I find myself staring at my phone, its screen flickering with three unread messages from Jack.
I down the last of the velvety liquid, letting out a deep sigh that echoes through the silence of my home. Refilling my glass, I desperately seek solace at the bottom of the bottle.
I'm still in disbelief that Harry said I could be with Jack. What the hell? I have so much to think about, but everything is jumbled into a big ball, stuck together like tangled yarn. I have no idea where to begin.
Jack makes me feel alive; he awakens every
