Carrie’s Point of View
I must have fallen asleep in his chair because the sound of the door opening woke me.
I stiffened.
My nameless mate was looking at me with an inscrutable expression.
I smiled sarcastically.
"Made yourself comfortable?" he asked.
I smiled at the annoyance in his voice. My invasion of his stupid little man cave bothered him. I didn't care. It was his fault I was still stuck here, disrespecting or annoying him as my only recourse. I hid my smile as his dark eyes flicked to the coffee table, where I'd left as much of a mess as I could conjure up from his sparse possessions. I'd done the same thing to the table, and he hadn't failed to notice that, either.
"Sorry, was I supposed to be tied up somewhere? I got the impression that I was free to roam my cage."
He sta
