Lillian’s POV:
Emma’s eyes twitched, “You’re never going to let me have any satisfaction, aren’t you?”
I smile sweetly, “Depends on my mood.” And my mood right now says: I want to strangle you with my bare hands.
“Always with that high and mighty attitude, aren’t yah?” She got up and spun around the room. Her eyes scattered on the frames hung on the wall, and she removed one. “I cannot imagine how these werewolves feel whenever they see these pictures.” She placed the photo of young Nick and me back.
“You mention something about getting the council off my back?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Impatient? Me? Limited by time. You? Not as much.” We both know who holds the short end of the stick.
Emma grin, “Seems like you know your place.” She placed her hands on the table and leaned
