~ LARK ~
This is driving me insane, Lark growled in John-Paul’s head. She literally shook with rage. JP’s hand tightened on hers, but he didn’t respond, all of his attention was on her father, halfway across the room.
Lunch, which had been a very tense affair for both the Baptistes and Sathers, was over. Lark and JP now stood on the main floor of the ballroom, greeting wolves and receiving congratulations that they both appreciated, but found little patience for.
Despite the undeniable triumph, Lark had never relaxed. And JP was so tense he was practically quivering.
From the moment of the submission, her father had been laughing and bellowing to anyone who would listen that he was overjoyed. Relieved. That he had been concerned Lark was being manipulated, but he’d known his “test”
