In Bed With The MC President
It was the truth.
Her face scrunched up in dismay. Her hope vanished, leaving her face twisted in horror.
“But… but I love you…”
“You love the patch.” I corrected. “And you love the attention. But loyalty? You don't even know how to spell it.”
I stood up, wiping my hands on my cut, as if touching the chair had dirtied me.
The contrast was maddening.
Upstairs, there was a woman I couldn't touch, who was loyal to a fault, who would burn the world down for her blood.