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"Why did you invite him?" I said sharply when Brando Mikhaleov went to look for his wife.

I glanced at Rhysand as flash images of what Reagan was doing in his office came to my head. It was horrible and I was already trying to hold back something that was burning in my chest. Why are the men in my life, besides Maven and dad, so horrible and being a piece of shit?

I've never seen Reagan again, and it almost makes me feel good, and then this whole Rhysand thing happened, his presence can send my head thinking about nothing but how Rhysand made a 180 degree turn in my life.

I want all of these ends. I want to move to a small village in Canada, and never see any of them for the rest of my life. I want to live a quiet and happy life with the simplicity I've dreamed of, but it feels impossible. The world around me, which was created before I was born, makes me unable to escape from it. I realized that all old money circles, or world conglomerates, have never had a "clean world" in their li