Z A N E
I knocked on Morgan's door, and a few seconds later, she opened it, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Why are you knocking? You know, the bedroom door is always open for you. Or do you want me to come and fetch you?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure. Come on in." She said, walking towards the bed and sitting on it. I ignored the extra flirtyness she was trying to do.
She patted her side, gesturing for me to sit down, but I shook my head.
"No. You have to pack your things. You will be leaving in a few minutes."
She laughed, throwing her head back. "Is that so? I didn't realize you were in a joking mood, Zane."
"I'm not joking. You're leaving. I don't want you in the same house as us. You will stay in the pack house, where the guards will also keep a close eye on you."
"Is that a threat, A
