Sophie POV
"Sophie, Sophia, what the bloody hell is the difference?" He looked upset.
"Don't answer that. I just hope you don't get any ideas because of my behavior this morning. I intervened because... I don't need to explain myself. You're a prisoner."
He rubbed his forehead, then asked again,
"How're you feeling?"
"I don't understand the question. Do you mean physically or emotionally? Or mentally?"
"From that tone, I think you feel fine. That's good to know."
I thought he would turn around and leave, but he waited. Like he expected me to argue or say something else. It occurred to me that he might be feeling guilty about this morning. I decided to use that to my advantage.
"Take me to L.A," I said softly. "Take me to my sister's new pack. You can tell the Alpha to lock me up
