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My parents would be incredibly disappointed in me if they knew about my living situation. No, that would be fine, after all, it wasn't my fault. But they would be disappointed by my actions.

Amun said quietly, "Look at me, Davina." It wasn't an order, but a request. I was much more likely to comply with something like that, but never in this situation.

I turned around and said, "I'd like to go to my room." The best thing I could do was snuggle up under my blanket and forget all this. Besides, it would be sensible if I endured all this alone until I was able to act normally again.

"Davina, bitte."

I pulled myself together and turned to him. This time I looked up at him and my eyes immediately found his. That gentle look warmed my heart.

"Thanks."

Then he thanked me too. As much as I called him an asshole, there was another side to him.

I asked quietly, "What is it?" It sounded neutral because I appreciated having someone there for you. But it was exactly him and that was a problem, whi