Chapter 141: Cursed By Blood

There are people you meet once and they leave a mark that fades with time. You even completely forget you ever met them. And then there are those who imprint themselves on your soul in ways you never asked for. The ones you find your thoughts drifting towards for no reason whatsoever. But not Reese. Reese wasn’t just a mark or a memory. He was a shadow that shifted shapes. A chameleon of sorts. As fascinating as he was deceitful. A man whose words could cut, whose smile could soothe, and whose existence felt like danger wrapped in charisma. He was bad news. I knew that the very first day we met. And yet—when he told the general that day that he didn’t touch her, I believed him. Even now, knowing who he’d meant when he said her, I still believed him. Strange, isn’t it? To believe a liar? Only fools do that. But not that Roman was lying either. He wasn’t. He was finally opening up to me, peeling back the thick, ugly layers of his family’s history, and it was messy. Complicated. Like the