Chapter 21
I stood in between June and Mason. I was standing as Joffrey's convoy came rolling into Blood Pack territory: a fleet of sleek black SUVs. My heart hammered heavily against my ribs like it was trying to escape; however, I made my expression very neutral.
The vehicles came into the pack, immaculate and shining in the afternoon sun. I recognized the lead SUV bearing Joffrey's personal insignia—silver wolves encircling a mountain peak. It was over-the-top, in my opinion; now it looked threatening.
“Remember,” June murmured beside me, “steady breathing. Don't let them sense fear.”
“Too late,” I whispered back, trying humor but failing. My palms were sweaty, which got discreetly wiped on my pants.
The lead vehicle stopped, and out walks Joffrey first. It was the formality of th
