Breakfast was a dreaded affair...
After my rather brave display of rebellion outside, the Queen had taken a step towards me, and for a single moment, I had been prepared for her to hit me. But her self-control turned out to be a lot stronger than I had initially thought it to be—not that I was complaining. I doubted that being beat by a werewolf with superhuman strength would feel the same as getting into a high school fight.
The Queen and I were still sitting across from one another now, but neither of us has said a word. It was almost as if we had come to a silent agreement not to speak to one another—which was a development that I was sure I would be able to accept. But what I wouldn’t accept, was of this Queen just turned around and told me that I was here for someone who was meant
