Why did life have to be so damn complicated? I used to always know what the right thing was in any given situation. But now, I had started to see the world the way that Levi did. In shades of gray. And it was destroying me. How was I supposed to be a good constable if I understood a dark mage’s perspective too? If I thanked him for killing the people who had hurt me? If I wanted to help him even when I was angry with him? If I craved the way his naked body felt against mine? If I… loved him? Fuck. I was so doomed.
