“s**t. s**t. s**t. What do I do?” Giselle asked as she paced the length of her room. She was talking to her wolf, already convinced she’d gone crazy. “The moment his father is better, he’s going to come for me. Elias is going to make me his mistress.”
You can always refuse, her wolf replied, matter of fact. As if it were that simple.
“What a wonderful idea,” she said sarcastically, still moving from one place to another. “I wonder why I didn’t think of that.”
I’m trying to help. Again, her wolf spoke up.
She sighed, dragging a hand through her hair. “You’re right, Kara. I’m sorry. I’m just—I don’t know what to do about him. I can’t even pretend to like him. For some reason, his presence annoys the hell out of me. I cannot stand him. I cannot wait to wipe that smug—”
Easy. Her wolf rep
