Chapter 20 Part 1

Charlie

Why is he even trying to be a gentleman? He said it himself, one way or another I will be his. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, just allows me to ponder my sense of despair more than I wish. It forces me to sit wide awake in my dark room, obsessing about Maxwell. How I want him to touch me, how I want to hear him say my name one more time.

The worst part is that I’m not sure if that’s me wanting that or this stupid bond.

When I jolt awake from my alarm clock, I realize I must have fallen asleep, although I’m not sure at what hour the exhaustion took over. Moving my tired heavy limbs, I gradually get ready for work. I used to love work, that’s until Morgan actively became team Maxwell. I highly doubt she would be praising him so much if she knew he was dead.

The whole car ride my brain tries to register what my dear ancestors had me born into. Did they seriously think Maxwell wouldn’t come looking for what he thinks is his? A shiver runs down my spine. Maxwe