Nesta's pov
I hated everything.
My life.
My house.
The tub.
And Cassain.
Cassian.
What was with that male? He would enter get out of my head.
I found myself thinking about him when other males took my body after drinking ourselves stupid.
I would never drop this mask.
Nor would I ever talk to anyone about it.
No one needed to hear my personal problems.
Or try to help me.
That was my business, and mine alone.
Feyre wants me to come to the house so that she can try to change me to her own liking.
Like she would care about me, she has a perfect house and a perfect family besides me.
Not to mention the High Lord that treats her like the queen that she was not born to be.
If he really knew the savage that she really grew up being maybe he would think twice before fucking the life out of her and calling her his queen.
I know that the drink is talking for me now but I hate her and her perfect life.
Thank you so much for reading this far and I know that this one was short but I'll tell you about that I need the next part😊
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