Tessa
I lie on my side, facing the wall clock, my eyes fixed on the slow, merciless crawl of the second hand, my heart beating so fast.
It's pathetically still 10:26 p.m. The guards, the maids and every other household servant eats by ten. And I had hoped that at least in thirty minutes time, the sleeping pills should have begun to do their work.
I mean that's what the vendor Beatrice bought the pills from made her believe. Yet, I can't help but wonder, what if they were wrong. What if this doesn't work?
I have to help George escape tonight. My father was explicit about killing Freya if George doesn't return to the pack by tomorrow.
I swallow, my throat dry, forcing myself to stay still, to wait for at least another four minutes. But my fingers keep twitching against the sheets. I s
