“That’s correct,” Zane said. “We want to keep this matter from disrupting the girls’ lives, but we’ve no qualms about having their living arrangements inspected.”“Well, I know that as pack alpha, you have many concerns that—”“If you’ll excuse me, I’m not sitting here as the pack alpha. I am Grace
Lainey POVAs I pulled my car onto the main driveway of the Cavendish property, I was thinking mostly of my personal return on investment for this position. When the pack alpha asked me to take on the job of Sarah Astor’s publicist, there were about a dozen reasons I couldn’t say no, but not as many
“What?” Sarah asked.“The hedge mage would make a great background image for your website,” I said. That was our task for the day, making that website.Sarah considered, looking around, then shook her head. “I don’t want to put identifiable photos of the grounds online.” She nodded down at the girls
Zane POVI read the comments on Sarah’s website in the car, leaving Ollie to deal with the downtown traffic as we made our way to the legislative board.Rosemary&Sage: First to post! Whoo hoo! You go, Sarah!SarahAstorsCat: I get why she doesn’t want pix of the girls but there should be more of her.
Sarah POVStayDrunk21: CPS? Are they kidding?IndustryStandard: Looks like an old hag. Car is for shit.JonesJane32: Look at the caption: “the drive into the compound.” It’s not a compound. It’s just a big house.BigGurlRegrets: They grow veggies there. Sounds like a compound 2 me.Jane Dayviellers:
Sarah POVZane and I had brought things to keep us busy during the “pencils and Scantrons” portion of the girls’ PPE. I couldn’t help but watch with Zane at my shoulder as the girls ran on their treadmills at increasingly steep inclines. The sense testing was actually fascinating and made me rethink
Sarah POV“They purposely design this space to be intimidating,” I grumbled.“Of course they do,” Whitfield said. “Try to imagine it without the wood paneling.”I looked around the courtroom, but it was like the paneling had soaked into everything, from the large Seal of Justice to the brown checker
Whitfield stood up. “Thank you, Your Honor.”The judge waved him off, and we left the room, some confidently and some shuffling.We didn’t go back into the courtroom, instead ending up in a hallway of green marble and more of that wooden paneling.Cho was looking at her head lawyer. “Are you just go