Cecilia
Ellis thought he could put me under house arrest? What a f.ucking joke. The young guard who tried to deliver the news couldn’t even look me in the eye. I patted the young man on the shoulder and continued on my way back into the pack grounds, veering left off the main drive to Benson and Chloe’s house. The kid made no attempt to stop me.
Chloe’s kitchen smelled like home-baked goodness as usual, and I noticed some sort of pie cooling on the back of the stove as she ushered me into the kitchen. This time she didn’t even bother to offer me coffee. “It’s so warm today, maybe iced tea? Lemonade?” She opened the door to the refrigerator and poked around. “I’ve got some soda leftover from the grandkids, but it’s probably gone flat.”
“Lemonade sounds perfect,” I said, taking my u
