Mated To Valentine
The words they carved into his skin— Fucking weak.
My stomach churns.
I hear voices, but they feel distant, muffled, like I’m underwater.
"Okay, I think we can all agree this is a fantastic way to start the day," Achilles drawls, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Gather ‘round, folks, let’s solve the mystery of who sold North out while enjoying a hearty breakfast of—" He pauses, glancing at the untouched plates. "—nothing. Because no one’s eating. Again."