Lydia POV
I try to stop the panic from setting in, but I fail miserably.
When I started helping Valentina, it was out of decency from one woman to the other. But, after having chatted with her only for a short time, I have actually come to like her. She is different from other women. A bit of an outcast like myself even apparently.
“Lydia, calm down, they will hear your heartbeat is off and feel your anxiety. We will proceed with the plan. Have faith in me, OK? We can do this” her eyes plead with me, and yet they shine with sheer determination and power. How she manages to be so confident without her wolf and shackled to a bed in silver is beyond me.
“Right. OK. Sh*t” I mumble to myself, springing into action and setting our plan in motion. Grabbing the pill from my desk, I race over
