21: Julia.

I pace the bedroom at the foot of Curtis's bed where I've been standing vigil all night, my heart and mind in turmoil. After carrying my brother to the room beneath the stairs, Ramsy took one look at my face and backed out through the entrance, striding to his den with purpose. What purpose? I'm not sure.

I only know that as soon as the sun comes up, we have to leave this place. The home, the land...and the man that has captivated me. Made me burn out of control.

This was my warning. Curtis's arm isn't broken, thankfully. Just bruised. But that bruise stares at me from across the bedroom like an accusation. If I'd been in the house, if I'd been watching him like I should have instead of indulging my physical curse, this wouldn't have happened. I would have soothed my brother back to sleep and avoided this injury.

Giving in to my hunger means neglecting everything else. And now that my mother is gone, I can't afford to do that anymore. I'm all my brother has.

I completely lost myself o