It was finally dark.
Livia had been waiting for the sun to go down to try to escape again. Then at least she’d have SOME chance of eluding the guards outside.
She had spent the afternoon and evening hours trying to grapple with what Rhys and Marcus had told her. Werewolves. Even after having hours to think about it, she couldn’t decide if she completely believed them. Ultra-rich people could be eccentric, and North Star Hotels and the Norvald family were worth billions.
Maybe it was some weird cult or roleplaying group? A bunch of rich people living together in a big house, cut off from normal society, with armed guards at their disposal? They were either guarding something, or hiding something. She decided that a cult seemed more likely than werewolves.
She had to admit, there was
