What the fuck am I doing?

That one thought plays on a loop in my head. I'm unable to think clearly as a result.

“Follow,” I order one of my men as I enter the house, not letting go of Jessica. “And stop looking at her!” I bark. Jessica startles with a small jump. I bite my tongue to avoid soothing her. She’s a traitor. One of them. A vixen who was sent to be my undoing. I’m on to their game now.

I lead her up the stairs again, not thinking, and straight to the end of the hallway. I throw open one of the double doors, pulling her...