Chapter Eighty-Eight

Rayne

"Just how long are they going to keep us here," Denise complains. "It's starting to get cold and I feel like some beggar, begging to get into the House!"

"They'll open the gates for us soon," I tell her patiently. This is her twentieth complaint. "Max is probably just busy. Or...doesn't want to see me."

"Don't be ridiculous. I've taught you better than that."

Despite what she says, I'm still nervous. I did ask him to leave, after all. I showed him no sympathy or love. Who's to say he didn't grow tired of me on his way here? It's been almost two weeks since he paid me the visit, after all.

Denise sighs. "If he's moved on, I'll be the one to drag you back to your father's pack myself. It means it wasn't meant to be and he's the worst kind of person to exist."

The interior of the carriage is starting to get stuffy and I'm suffocated. I can't breathe in here. I open the door and climb down from it. Denise doesn't protest. Outside, it's much colder, but I feel better. I take in a fe