“Peyton, this is good. Like really good,” Penny says, holding up the scribble I spent the past six hours on.
After Penny took me on the grand tour, she showed me to our desk, where we’ve remained. I ensured I was head down, butt up because the sight of Darla flirting with Cayden is still singed into my brain, and I’m not keen for a repeat performance.
This shouldn’t get to me, but it does. A fierce wave of possession rolled over me, and all I could envision was ripping out Darla’s red fingernails, one by one. But Cayden gave me this job to work, and work I did. I even surprised myself with how well I took to Penny’s instructions.
I thought I’d be lost in translation, but I have never felt more in my element than I am right now. It could just be because Penny is a good teacher, but as I
