Chapter 34
Night had fallen a few hours ago, and Alarica was bored and angry. She had been sitting on the second floor of the White House in some snooty-hootie space called the East Sitting room for the last two hours. At first, the mustard colored walls hadn’t seemed so bad, the only thing in the room she sort of liked, but after looking at them for way too long, she was ready to paint them with her own blood. The only thing stopping her was Boaz’s command not to destroy, kill, or harm anything or anyone while they were in the White House.
This literally was t*****e for her. Her mind continuously spun with everything she wanted to do, including pulling a loose thread on the Queen Anne chair next to her, but she couldn’t make her hand move to accomplish the task. The thought must fall un
