CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN
Helplessness is not an unfamiliar emotion to me but it is a frustrating one that damn near brings me to tears.
I can’t help Rina!
I know that Mara is probably torturing her right now all because the girl was assigned as my handmaiden and had reluctantly accepted the role.
Anger makes my stomach burn and I sit on the side of my bed, hunched over, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. But I can’t help it.
Ever since James died, it seems my life has become one rollercoaster after the other. I’m not safe anywhere. I seem to have lost the ability to protect myself. It doesn’t matter whether I’m the Righ. I’m as helpless as a newborn where all these people are concerned.
A stupid helpless damsel in distress!
I slam my hand into the duvet as angry tears burn my eyes but a groan leaves my lips and I look down at my hand. The acid has nearly eaten away at my nails.