Beckett Leeds Novels & Stories

My father would be so ashamed of me. 12/8/2016 I got promoted today for returning some fae Lords back to their realms safely. Everyone says I should be happy and they are all treating me as if I have jumped down from heaven. I feel ridiculous as I don't want any of it. I just want to do my job. It's the only thing I like about my life right now. I can still feel the beast sometimes but it's quieter now. It's only when I am angry that he flashes through my eyes. I feel like I can finally settle in my life but I know I would never be happy.

And at the center of it all, unmistakable even in the poor lighting, was Beck Ryder. My stomach dropped. Not again. I kept talking. Something about affordable housing, about student rights. My voice sounded normal. Steady. Like my hands weren't shaking. Like I wasn't watching the video loop again, and again, and again. Beck's face contorted with rage, his fist raised, another student-athlete crumpling against the concrete.