Savannah was preparing for sleep. There was no way she was going to that … 'date'. She took a long bath, so lengthy that she was going to miss that dinner, after which she was not going out of her room. Then she brushed her hair and curled it slightly with her straightener because she was still not going anywhere and had all the time in the world. She did very light make-up. Just because she wanted a little practice. Her eye was constantly on the clock.
"Let's go!" Athena urged her, but, of course, she ignored her. She was the decision-maker. Not that wolf.
No one, absolutely no one, was going to force her to make a wrong decision.
She had already made one of those with Zack and now faced the music each time he had fun with someone else.
She did not need this. She did not want this …
