Jasper Hartford
“Did you pay attention to anything I said?” Michael complained.
The answer was no, although I would never admit that to him. He was looking at me across the dining table as I was trying to eat breakfast. The smug look on his face was putting me off my food, and I could really do with having a good breakfast this morning.
I was up till late last night finalising all the plans for our escape later this afternoon. I was exhausted, much too exhausted to deal with Michael’s bullshit. If he was going to insist on talking to me then I was going to need a lot more coffee.
“Of course I was listening, you were talking about your pack,” I replied.
It was a guess but it was a calculated one, he was always talking about his pack. Trying to convince Sasha that her life would be bett
