“Look what we found—the traitor's sister hiding like a rat.”
Captain Dane's voice cut through the peaceful silence of the overgrown courtyard, his boots crushing the wildflowers as he led two guards into my sanctuary. I'd been sitting among the forgotten roses, trying to make sense of the memories that I kept seeing through my consciousness with increasing frequency.
“This area is restricted,” Dane continued, his scarred face twisted into a cruel smile. “Pack members need permission to access maintenance zones.”
“I didn't know it was restricted.” I stood slowly, brushing dirt from my dress while calculating the distances to the nearest exit.
“Didn't know?” Guard Mitchell laughed, his gap-toothed grin making my skin crawl. “Or didn't care? Ashborne arrogance runs deep.”
“Maybe she can'
