*Miranda’s POV*
My morning started with a headache, and it wasn’t due to lack of sleep, which was also an issue, thanks to George and his raging s*x drive. Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not... I really am not. Oh goddess, that man... that insufferable hunk of muscle and wicked smiles... he’d be the end of me. I can see it now, death by orgasm. Wouldn’t that be a hell of a way to go? Talk about going out with a bang.
No, my headache was because of what I knew lay waiting for me today. I was heading back to the pack house. Phase one of breakup and infiltration is underway, but before I could go back to that marvellous manor, I had to go see Warren. My eyes still had dark circles underneath, and I cringed at the reflection of myself in my vanity mirror. My cheek bones were sharp an
