Chapter 180

• Griffin’s POV
• It has been two weeks. I paced back and forth in my small, dimly lit apartment and the sound of water droplets falling from the leaking roof, the weight of my failures pressing heavily on my chest.
• The truth was undeniable: Rolan had seen right through my plans and discarded me like a piece of trash. I had underestimated him, and now I had to figure out how to regain my footing and win him back if I ever wanted my schemes to come to fruition.