I know I’m being melodramatic, but I can’t help the depression that I feel. I’ve laid in bed for more than a day, continuing to think about everyone that’s in harms way…. because of my father.
I don’t think I could say ‘it’s not fair’ enough to make it sound as deep as it feels. Why does Marlbrooke get so much sick pleasure out of this? How can someone let so much darkness into their heart? And his end goal? Why does power mean that much?
I know when I thought my magic was no more, I did feel lost, but I have never wanted to be stronger than what I was. And now I’m supposed to be the most powerful being, he just accepts that? I call bull s**t.
As I pound more questions than answers into my head, Maddie and all of the men continue to check in on me. Maddie has tried to get me to go on a
