Tessa
I gaze around his hotel room, clutching my torn cardigan in my hands. My heart still aches and I don't even know why he has escorted me into his room.
He says I should breathe some air and get a hold of myself. Of course I should, the worse is yet to come.
He is the one who ought to take me to the Lycan King of the North. Yet he sits on the dressed king-sized bed, staring at me like he is confused about something.
I don't like his stares, my feet are trembling beneath me.
I want to scream out my frustration. I want to feel better. I want to at least forget my misery for a while.
“Do you drink alcohol?” He asks like he could read my mind. “It could help you ease up…. Before we leave in at least thirty minutes.”
I have never had the opportunity to take an alcoholic drink. On ma
