When payback comes, it’s both swift and merciless.
Whether it’s because I ran off and spent hours hiding in the forest, or because of what I said to the pack about Dayne having a nap, I can’t say.
It starts with me being ripped from a not entirely unpleasant dream of me sitting on a throne, with a tiara, watching a naked Dayne digging holes in the front garden in nothing but a frilly apron.
I have no idea what the holes are for, but I’m not letting him off the hook. I even have a jewel-encrusted whip in hand for when he slows down, which he does a time or two, and I have no compunction about using my pretty whip to speed him up again.
It’s immensely satisfying.
Then the piercing, shrill sound of an alarm penetrates and I’m jerking awake with the knowledge Dayne because who else is it
