Especially not Wolff Maddox. He isn’t a hero. He isn’t noble. And he definitely isn’t the kind of man you assign to keep someone safe.
Wolff is a weapon the Sovereign unleashes on their enemies—violent, cruel, and built to destroy problems, not guard them. And now he’s been ordered to protect me. I’m angry.
Damaged in ways that don’t heal cleanly. The more he tries to control me, the harder I push back. The more distance he puts between us, the more dangerous the space becomes.
But I’m not the only broken thing in this story. We don’t heal each other. We make each other worse.
