Tia
After writing the letter to Owen, I instructed the messenger to wait for a reply before returning to the estate. Owen kept his response short and verbal, telling me to meet him at the familiar bar. Thankfully, father had returned my car keys, and so, early the next morning, I drove straight to our meeting spot.
I knew a certain level of trust existed between us ever since that day in the bar when we exchanged silent battles and scars. So, my strategy was simple: use Owen to get to Ryan, and eventually the Winchesters, by telling him I planned to go against my father and needed all the help I could get.
Simply put, I was betraying his trust.
It was simply pathetic.
I almost puked when he genuinely smiled, his eyes shining with pride, when I told him I was ready to break free fr
