“I don’t regret what happened here,” he says, which is the biggest non-answer I’ve ever heard in my life. I guess, at least, it’s somewhat of a comfort to know that this isn’t something he’ll think about poorly. But that doesn’t mean he’ll want to do it again. And that he’s not confirming that he
He doesn’t seem inclined to reveal anymore. Chances are, he’s already revealed much more than he was supposed to. I won’t say a word about it though. His face shifts and he looks troubled. Maybe I should tell him I’ll keep his secret. I open my mouth, but he speaks first. “Don’t go out tonight,
Debbie makes everything always sound so dramatic so I have no idea how serious she really is with that statement. So far, from what I can tell from the commentators face, and even the rival’s surprise, is that the brothers’ appearance is so unexpected that everyone is too shocked to truly comment on
Interesting. So Neil is using his father’s intimidation tactics against him. Pride immediately swells through me. “It is time for my father to step down,” Neil continues. “He should allow someone else to fulfill the role of Alpha King and bring our nation into a new era.” While most everyone cla
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” I call back through the door. Now that I know who she is, I can see some of Steven’s features in his mother’s face, as well as their behavior. Mrs. Hayes seems demure and quiet. Though she is raising her voice to speak with me through the door, that does not s
“I can make some coffee? Or some tea?” I ask. “Oh. Tea, please. What kind do you have?” I tell her my list. Albeit it’s a shorter list, but I think I have a nice variety. Yet the more I talk, the more her nose wrinkles up. “I’m afraid to ask what kind of coffee you have.” I feel like, whatev
Looking at Mrs. Hayes as she makes vague threats against her sons, the men that I’ve come to think of as friends, my most immediate feeling is confusion. She should hate her husband. She should cherish the life she has brought into the world. Everything seems so absolutely irreconcilably ass-backw
My question meets with silence on the other end of the phone. “Beau?” I say again. My heart hammers against my ribcage. Surely someone they trust is watching Mia right now. As Beau’s silence drags on, I’m beginning to suspect that might not be the case, and my stomach feels very much like it’s g