Inside the BMW, Katherine was admiring her freshly done nails from yesterday, her expression indifferent as a car closed in behind them. "Keep driving. Don't let that brat overtake us."
"Yes, Miss," the driver responded, voice low, clearly hesitant but too scared to argue.
Of course Katherine knew that was Delia's car.
It was the same one she'd driven before. Katherine had recognized the license plate right away—and yeah, she'd sped up on purpose just now.
Sure, in terms of family background, she wasn't quite on par with the Ironwood Pack. And yeah, the Ashclaw Pack had their back.
On the surface, Katherine acted cautious around Delia, but honestly? She looked down on her. A spoiled little rich girl who barely made it into design school because of daddy's connections and s
