Chapter Eighty-Eight. Davina.
Finally, my shock subsides as I jump up and rush to the back garden to get my pup to calm down. I only hope and pray nobody has seen him shift.
As I step into the back garden, I freeze again. Thrax has calmed down, and is currently rolling on his back, getting tummy rubs and being told he is a ‘good boy’. My jaw nearly hits the floor, because I need no introduction to the lady and man standing in my backyard, with another girl. The woman is Queen Chloe herself. I know this because of the vibrant purple hair, which is crimped and hanging to her waist, the long string of pearls around her neck, the tight Basque-inspired top, tight fitting to her waist, where layers of purple and black net form a short skirt, a pair of black fishnet stockings with rips all ov
