#Chapter132

“About that. Why is she such a demon at times? I mean, I have bruises in odd places from this stroppy little mare when she throws one on me.” Christian sulks, I falter but shove more food in my mouth and try not to let my uneasiness on the topic show. I know I have always been aggressive; I can’t help it. My body reacts and lashes out before my mind does. The therapist helped me get better, less volatile but I am aware that I have issues in that department and it’s not something I am proud of. It also doesn’t help that I grew up beside Leila,...