Anita’s pov
We drove outside the garage. Anticipation lingered in my mind. What if he was going to kill me? No, André can’t do that. I buckled up. I wasn’t going to let my king get the best of me, not this time.
"So, where are we going?”
“Somewhere”
"Somewhere, like, where?"
“Somewhere to dump you for the day; maybe you could shut it.” His tone was abrupt. I could tell his annoyance already,like my life couldn’t get any worse than it already was. This was simply rock bottom for me. The Lycan king had left me to be murmured, or rather,dumped' by his puppet.
Was he not bold enough to look at me? Why did he leave so fast? Did I chase him?
"Where's the king?”
“Once again, he’s on an important errand and demands I stay with you for today, which I am doing, but you are making it a lot
