All I know is I’m done being the cast-off. The embarrassment. The rude, uneducated lowlife who’s going to fly off the handle. A risk to be managed. I’m tired of being feared and looked down on and knowing that, sooner or later, she’s going to start looking at me like that too. She’s got enough Prince Charmings here. Eden will get her fairy-tale ending—and I’ll go play the villain somewhere else.
