Chapter Twenty-nine

Greyson

After the sun finally set, I watched as Cecilia walked up the stairs to the loft, disappearing a second before her footsteps tapped on the floor. With each passing tick of the clock, I told myself all the reasons not to follow her.

She was too good for me.

I’d fucked up too many lives to risk doing the same to hers.

I’d be dead soon.

My chin dropped to my chest as I exerted every ounce of self-discipline.

There were too many things happening and too many unknowns to complicate this situation further. What happened outside on the deck was wrong and undoubtedly the best fucking thing to happen to me in years. In a dangerous world of death and destruction, I had the honor of watching a princess come apart. Cecilia didn’t like the term and I understood why. Nevertheless, she was American royalty and today, she’d found release in the most stunning of displays. It was fucking better than anything I’d ever seen.