Chapter 43: WarrickThomas and his “friend” helped me to my room, and I sank into a chair. I felt their eyes on me.
I stared mutely down at my fingers, flexing them. I could almost see my nails elongate into claws and my hands turn to paws covered with fur, racing through the backroads toward my destiny.
I shuddered and buried my face in my hands.
“I wish you’d remove those outlandish clothes,” Father said.
I took off the waistcoat.
“And would someone mind explaining to me what, exactly, is going on?” he demanded irritably.
“Do you want to tell him, or shall I?” Thomas’s voice was so cold I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me.
It was like a knife sinking deep into my heart. I looked up at him, hoping to see…what? Friendship? Acceptance? Forgiveness?
All that was there was a
