Kendra’s gaze followed me as I rolled my eyes. I didn’t bother paying any attention to her because she, too, was made of plastic.
“It’s been a while. Long time no see, Laura,” Olivia said, greeting me.
She was the only daughter of the Laurel clan, and the woman who had taken my place. She was always the calm and demure type, behaving as if she were a princess. She displayed a prim and proper image. She embodied elegance like no other.
I gave her a gentle smile. I didn’t want to come off as hostile to her because she’d done nothing wrong. She didn’t hurt me in any way, except she didn’t realize Conan was just using her for power.
Should I be relieved that Conan rejected me and that I didn’t become his mate? Otherwise, I’d be his follower, or worse, his slave.
Poor creature. She let Con
