Roman
“Are you sure we made the right decision in keeping Waylon and Judith from telling Sloane until she was nearly eighteen?” my mate asks me as we drive to the Winslow’s house for this bullshit show of power and prestige.
I can feel the stress inside my mate. It’s the same stress she’s been feeling for the last few days since Waylon basically said he was done waiting to tell Sloane. I understand his desire to pass the torch and that he wants it to be his chosen heir, but Sloane’s had a difficult life, even more difficult than I realized.
I’m furious that Principal Rollins never once mentioned bullying to me. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised that Sloane was lashing out in anger. But I should have known that it was more than that. My niece, the woman I think of as a daughter, isn’t the kin
