I rushed out of the hallway, and tried to peak at the front door to see if Weston had arrived. There is no way he drove all the way from Havoc to the palace. Especially not for me. I'm…. They've called me their mates but is it wrong for me to say that I don't believe them. And after last night, I'm not in the mood to believe them.
Or so I tell myself. Yet as I stared at the door, I had an internal feeling of hope that they would rush into the palace, angry at the king for hitting- even though they don't know that detail yet. I tried to push it away, when has anyone fought for me?
I moved around to the little setting by the window, Lincoln was close by but he storpepd to talk to the dark knight.
I plopped onto the soft cushions and admired the scenery before me while my mind ran wild w
