I dressed in a loose sleep shirt and sweatpants, deeming it upon myself to woman up and let what's done be done. I slipped into bed beside Liam. His face was peaceful in the moonlight filtering through the window as he peacefully slept.
A twinge of guilt coiled in my gut. How could I lie here, be covered in the same duvet with Liam while I had become an immoral figure?
While my little angel slept so innocently beside me?
He deserved a life free from these burdens, a life filled with love and happiness. I would try – I am trying to make sure he got that life, but when I have been marked by my boyfriend's father, I couldn't help but doubt myself.
Tears welled up in my eyes again, blurring my vision. Leaning over to Liam for comfort, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair off his forehead, vowing to protect him from the darkness that now threatened to engulf my world.
