DAISY'S POV
Bryan gritted his teeth angrily as he glared at me.
I could tell that his anger was eating at him but there was nothing he could do about it. I corked my brows at him as I waited for him to leave. My wolf came alive and actually agreed with me on this.
Eventually, he turned and stormed out of my room and I scoffed at his reaction.
"Such a helpless child," I muttered.
I turned to see that the maid was staring down at her feet. "I'm taking my bath," I announced as my wolf relaxed.
I expected the maid to be long gone by the time I was out of the bathroom. I entered the washroom and began to scrub my body clean.
But as I did, the screams of my victims from that day began to haunt me again. It was hard enough waking up every day, knowing that I had become a murderer even
