Chapter Thirty-Five
Mauri POV
I hate Garrett.
I hate the way he walks, and talks, and most of all I hate the way he smells. He smells like stale twice-burned tobacco and cheap s*x. I’m sure that’s how betrayal smells. All since he ran and tattle-told to daddy about me losing control when I first stepped foot into the club, I have hated him. I guess it is his job to report back to Demon, but I’m an adult. I don’t need a babysitter.
“You’re still mad at me for doing my job?”
Ugh, did I mention that I hate the sound of his voice.
I don’t answer him. I just keep my attention forward and continue my stride toward my parents’ castle. Call me childish, I don't care. I don’t have the energy to fake it today. I almost died yesterday after being manipulated, I confessed my love to my manipul
