“SO, is there anything you want to say to me or am I free to think however I want about what the hell happened the other day, Mona?”
It had been almost two days since our little rendezvous on the Wolves island and I was starting to feel kind of glad that Lenora had not been asking questions. But of course, it wouldn’t be Lenora if she didn’t start asking you questions the next day, making you feel caught off guard all of a sudden.
I’m suspicious that she has her own mind games going on when she has to deal with me or Romano, but I don’t think she’s that smart. Or at least, I think she’s not. She can be secretly a genius and just hide her smartness all of this time to avoid being a pawn in our father’s games.
Lenora is not a girl I want to mess with though, and looking at her face righ
