CHAPTER 27.
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW.
I watched as the arrow flew and landed directly where I didn’t want it to—bullseye.
Slowly, he opened my eyes, and once I saw he won, he let out a short victorious laugh that made my stomach twist, but I didn't show it.
He was having enough fun, I refused to give him even more satisfaction.
He started to approach me. “Told you,” he went on, his voice rich with arrogance. “I don’t lose, Dove.”
I crossed my arms, arching a brow. “So when is the dinner, and why do you need me there?”
He chuckled, stepping closer—too close. “A deal is a deal. And your pack is known for keeping their word, so don’t back out now, Dove.”
There it was—the f*****g deal I shouldn't have agreed to in the first place.
What the hell was I thinking when I accepted such a chall
