CHAPTER 42:
Kailyn doubts they’ll be able to outrun the storm but f**k if she isn’t going to try.
Azariel growls at her to slow down somewhere several lengths behind her, but she can’t possibly give a f**k about him now.
She knows that she’s being reckless by tearing down the mountainside and toward the place where she heard the signal.
She knows that she’s possibly altering the Jedi Pack of their inevitable invasion.
She knows Sebastian would scold her, and Damian— well, she doesn’t even want to think what her mate would say about it. But then again—
Fuck them both.
Fuck Sebastian for creating this stupid f*****g plan and f**k Damian for agreeing to it. And you know what? While she’s at it, f**k the Jedi alphas for being— well, them. And f**k the council for being— well, them.
