Lillia
She doesn’t even flinch when I aggressively swing the heavy doors open, “Miss Lillia, I will bring you to the dining room for breakfast.”
I shake my head. I don’t want that right now.
She deepens her already bitchy looking expression, “You will. That is where I was instructed to bring you.”
I ignore her, and start walking to the stairs. What is she gonna do?
I hear her grumble but she doesn’t follow me, thankfully. I’m halfway up when I realize someone else is following me. The guard from the first night I came here, Garret was his name. He’s not chasing me, or telling me to stop, but he’s definitely following.
I stop on the stairs, and look back at him. He stops too.
Then I turn forward and start moving again. So does he.
Ugh. I hate Lincoln’s pack. I’m almost considering t
