“What do you think I should do with her?” Castiel snapped, throwing an angry gaze at Roxy.
“She is a princess,” the redhead explained, hoping to sell him on her brilliant idea, “Well, of sorts. She is important in Thorn’s pack! We can use her.”
“Thorn’s pack is now done. No thanks to you,” the leader of the foxes spat, frowning. “So far, you have been one big disappointment, Roxanne. For someone whom I personally trained. All your work was done by Luna Riannon Michaels.”
“It was just a coincidence,” Roxy furrowed her brows, “She—”
“She played you to her advantage,” Castiel smirked, “You were supposed to destroy her but instead she wiped her feet over you.”
Roxy had nothing to say to his accusation, and she hated how inept it made her feel. She hated that the man she loved so much was
