After pulling on the outfit he left, consisting of a pair of blue jeans and a baggy, cream knit sweater, I brush my hair with a comb on the side and brush my teeth.
Walking back into the bedroom, I grab the leg of the desk and tuck it in my jumper so it’s hidden but I can retrieve it as needed. The first thing on my mind when I read the letter was the chance of escaping. Being allowed out of this room gives me more freedom, hence more ways to get out. On the top of my priorities list is my pack, not my mate or my future, just the present of my rogues back home.
I decided against taking the dress I was wearing with me. I won’t wear it again, ever. I feel hate towards it, and the events that occurred whilst I was wearing it. It’s stupid, to be pissed off at a black dress, but I honestly kn
