I've always held my own. I'm determined. I'm happy. I'm strong. But not right now-right now I'm weak, pathetic. I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I can't fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. There's no coming back from it. Yet, I can't seem to find the strength to stop. Nicolai-that name, it ruins me. I tried to stay away. I fought so hard. I knew what he was, who he was. I knew what he had done. But I can't seem to stop. I try and forget how his hands felt against my skin, how his lips felt on mine, how his body moved-God, his body. I'm a terrible person, a terrible sister. But take me to hell if you must, so long as he comes with me.
Get a girl, they say. Find a woman, Damon. Settle down. I have one thing to say to that: women equal drama. You know it's true. And I don't have time for drama. I'll stick to friends. Lucy's my friend-my best friend, if I'm being honest. She's strong. She's determined. She kind of holds my pieces together, and I, hers-in the most non-romantic way I can think of. She's like a sister. No, scratch that-she's the kind of woman who could run a country, hold a family together. That's the kind of person she is: the lady of the house. Yep, that's our Lucy: Knights Lady.