CHAPTER 72

SAYGE’S POV

The door opened, and I was already set to lash out, but then I saw it was my grandmother. I suddenly felt exhausted instead, though the anger still pressed at the edges, ready to burst out if she dared to provoke me.

I was spent. Emotionally and mentally. I hadn’t heard actions could ever drag this much weight into my chest, but somehow they did...and I hated every bit of it.

She set down the tray she’d brought in, placing it firmly on the table.

"If you’re ...