"You know you have a great influence on him, and the royal Lycans need a mate by their side, especially Michael's wolf," Sasha said
"Michael is not in good shape," Joanna said hypocritically. "But don't worry Cecily, we'll take care of him. He'll be fine. You can stay at your parents' house. We'll distract Michael with other things instead of venting on the few of us in the house."
I gritted my teeth. Every word she said in the room was vaguely directed at me.
'What do you mean you'll distract Michael? What do you mean by venting on you all?'
What did Joanna do to my mate on the day I disappeared? Did she let Michael stay in her room?
I fixed my gaze on Joanna from the back seat, thinking of them as two sharp awls that could pierce through the back of her seat and into her body. Joanna should be in hell, not here gossiping with me.
