Faith
“I need clothes.” My voice was whiny and petulant and I knew it, but I didn’t care. Even a fitful few hours sleep hadn’t dampened my temper. I wasn’t taking another step in this god damn dress. It was ruined anyway, stained and tattered. Making me look like a damsel in distress and I refused to be one of those girls.
Dillon was looking at me like I had grown another head, Elsdor was trying and failing to hide his smirk. It was only Hunter that looked at me with understanding. There was a note of admiration in his handsome face.
“We will get you a new dress soon Faith, I promise.”
I shot a scathing look up at Dillon. A new flipping dress? Was he for real?
“I don’t think she wants a new dress.” Hunters voice was full of mirth for some reason .
“I am fed up of dresses. Of being d
