CARMELITA WAS SITTING UNCOMFORTABLY in a velvet chair with a backrest. The carriage moved slowly as she could hear the click and clack of the horse’s shoe against the stones in the street. With every sound, her mind wondered how she would escape this prison.
They decorated the inside of that carriage with the colors of the royal family: red and yellow with a hint of pink. Other than the small door where she went in, there was one other opening: a small window behind Sebastián.
Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Heck! Even her back was sweaty. For sure, the air was chilly, but it wasn’t enough to cool her down. Her werewolf senses were raging; she couldn’t sit still for a second. “Are you going to kill me?” she whispered because she was too scared of the answer.
Yet Sebastián
