Wanda
Gideon had been gone for two days now, I hadn't heard from him. But Pat was still here, so I assumed that everything was going according to plan.
I was painting something when Pat knocked on my door.
"Come in." I said and put my brushes away.
Pat opened the door and stuck his head in.
"Hi Wanda. How are you?" He asked.
We'd only had small talk after the conversation two days ago. I hadn't known how to answer the question about my relationship with Gideon.
Did Pat know that he had kidnapped me? Had he heard that I was in debt to him?
Gideon had said that his father must never know that I was his mate. Was that the case for everyone?
When I had thought about how to answer that for several minutes, Pat had changed the subject. Since then, we had talked about everything else e
