I wake up and get dressed as quickly as possible. Dread fills me as I think about meeting Don. I am still terrified of him. Being his mate, I am supposed to keep his anger at bay, but I guess I have the opposite effect. I put on a jumpsuit, and plait my hair into a ponytail. I check my bag for the locket, it is still there. I slide my bag over my shoulder and walk downstairs.
“Morning” I announce. No one replies. I am wondering why they aren’t chattering away as usual.
“Morning,” I hear Don’s deep voice, and I shiver. How did I miss him?
“Morning” I repeat, and I sit down at the table.
“Breakfast?” Claire asks me, and I reply with a tight smile and an affirmative nod. Claire walks away, her usual smile not visible on her face. Don sure knows how to make everybody around him m
