Denae shoved the plate of cookies that she had not touched on the kitchen counter and contemplated throwing the roses away twice before putting them in an old, empty vase she found. If she threw them away, then Gia, Elizabeth and Hanna would only report it back to Jerald.
Sighing, she placed them by the window close to the kitchen sink, then headed out of the house and towards the dining area that resided beside the pack house. She was hungry, Jerald had kept her locked away in her room for hours; laid up against her pillow with her on top of him.
Every second she laid there, she was continuously wishing that she had a weapon somewhere on her; a knife or even a string to wrap tightly around his f*cking neck. He’d been calm and vulnerable, he had even closed his eyes…
If only…
Denae ran
