Chapter Thirty-One

Max

I all but barricade myself in my room, eager to be away from the servant girl and everyone else.

I can't explain what happened in that room. My instincts and feelings got the best of me and I momentarily lost sense of who I was. I wasn't well acquainted with the version of myself that kissed her.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Rage is building in my core. The worst of it is that I only have myself to blame for what happened. I was the one who lost control. I gave in to the voice in my head that told me to get closer to her. I should have ignored the feeling and left, but I was tempted.

Now, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm enraged that I've made such a careless mistake. The worst part is how I feel right before it; like kissing her was essential. Like I'd die if I didn't claim her.

The wretched bond for the best of me. Generally speaking, I know of the effects of a bond but everything about this is surreal. It doesn't happen. Bonds aren't meant to be this intense.