Morgan's POV
I couldn't stop pacing around my room, my hands placed on my waist, my hair finally falling limply to my sides. She had the guts, the nerve, to humiliate me that way in the Tavern.
That shouldn't have happened. Sara had no say in my life. She had no right to question any instruction given to her. But now, I think she was beginning to get bolder and wiser.
No matter what, I needed to end it. I needed to stop her before things got out of hand. I needed to make her see that no matter who she was, I was the one who should be respected, held up high. But how?
“f**k!” My fingers ran through each strand of my hair, my feet thumping loudly on the wooden floor. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
Just as I was trying to get my head together, a sudden knock came at the door. I ass
