Leah
Caden wasn’t playing by the rules, and I was getting increasingly irritated. Once Chloe was out of the picture, he was supposed to choose me. Why wasn’t he choosing me? I was pretty. I was smart. What the hell was his problem?
My phone rang, and I picked it up on the third ring.
“I’m sending a car to come pick you up,” my mate informed me from the other end of the line.
“Have them pick me up out back,” I instructed. Caden had left to formally put his name in to date the princess, but he could be back at any time. I didn’t want him to see me leaving in a strange car.
We hung up, and I grabbed a light jacket before heading downstairs. The alley behind the hotel was rather dirty, but I ignored the mess. I was used to it at this point.
I’d found my mate at 18, by complete chance.
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