CYRA
I exited the suite, still seeing that stupid b***h’s face as she listened, thinking I was apologizing for her sake. She dared to take my hands, and I almost threw up at the slimy touch. Things I do for love. I headed toward the pack house, knowing that was where Greyson would be.
He always ate breakfast with Alexander, another piece of s**t I’d rather not see. But I was abruptly stopped by sharp voices that pierced the stone walls. I instinctively took a step back and glanced around the corner, just as my name pierced the air.
My eyes widened looking at Greyson standing rigid near the car while his father closed the gap between them, furious. It didn’t take long to understand that they were arguing about my role as Katarina’s shield, and the first thought that crossed my mind was,
