Chapter Thirteen
*Mila*
I look at my reflection, wondering for the millionth time how I wound up here. I’ve done minimal makeup and pulled my hair up into a casual high ponytail. I’m wearing a comfortable pair of black leggings and a light pink cropped lacy camisole. Over it I’m wearing a pink fuzzy oversized cardigan. I slip into some black flats and head downstairs, a guard reluctantly following me. I’ve learned that this guard is Hector, and he’s a bit of an ass.
I don’t really want to go see this healer, I don’t find it necessary. I haven’t shifted because I’m some hybrid freak. Not that I plan on telling anyone that.
I head into the kitchen, unsure of myself. I know that West wants me to feel at home but I’m still not comfortable. I feel more like I’m trespassing as I search fo
