_Zarelle’s POV_
“You look unhappy,” Daniel said.
I looked out the car window at the city lights going by. “I’m just thinking.”
Less than two months ago, being out on the street after nine at night had been like a special treat for me. Now I was free to go wherever I wanted.
“Freedom smells good,” Mirelle said in my head. “Like fresh air after being trapped in a cage.”
“About what?” Daniel asked.
“Just work stuff.” I was wondering where Constance was right now.
The woman had left the room saying she needed to use the bathroom. She was probably waiting for the drug to work on me before coming back.
How would she feel when she found out her plan didn’t work?
“She will be very angry,” Mirelle said with satisfaction. “I hope she cries.”
“So you are not thinking a
