I slam the door shut behind me as I hear Emily’s gasp fill the silence. What was that girl thinking? I groan as I take a few steps down the hallway and then lean against the wall with my head in my hands. She is going to get her ass beat when all of this is said and done… It might be a pleasurable ass beating, but it will still be an ass beating nonetheless.
I stalk down the hallway as I shake my head slowly. This can’t be happening. This nightmare all started when we found Anya caged in that weird tower almost four weeks ago and now my father has been stabbed, my mate is pissed off at me for something I can’t really control, and there might be an entire war about to begin all because she had to call one of the other guys and tattle on me over something I can’t control. What a mess I am
