BREELYNN'S POV
Breakfast was…really freaking uncomfortable. Between Malik and Devland staring at me while Galina acted like we were complete strangers, I had PTSD flashbacks of living with some of my less friendly foster families.
I decided the best approach was to remain quiet and hope that I could get Galina alone later. I wasn't all that worried about being poisoned or harmed. I knew two very important things. One, these males needed me alive, and two, Aldric would come for me. I would make sure Galina and I were prepared for when they showed up.
Devland was kind enough to escort me to the living room. And by escort, I mean grabbing my arm, dragging me to the room, and then tossing me on the couch.
He's awesome. Trina points out with her usual sarcasm.
"I know the little witch is
