MADELINE’S POV
Madeline's eyes widened in surprise and amusement as she heard the lady; Brielle's words.
She was furious, even angry, and if they hadn't been in chains, she knew she would have stood up, walked over to where the b***h was staying and grabbed a fistful of hair.
Then she'd make sure to punch and kick her weak bones.
How irreversibly impolite? With a snicker, Madeline reflected.
Damn! She already despised her.
She wouldn't say it was hatred, but she was already envious of her.
She had picked up some useful gossip from the men in the van as they talked throughout the bumpy ride in the truck and the solitary confines of the dark.
The guards and the driver had argued that the lady chained beside her was Lord Darius's supposed mate, and as such, she would be treated
