CHAPTER 12: A DEAL WITH THE 'QUEEN'

Meredith’s POV

“What are you doing in my room?” I demand, and she raises a brow.

“I am the one asking the questions here, Missy,” she pauses to take in my appearance. A scowl graces her lips when she says, “You look terrible.”

I look at myself, and for the first time since I have known her, I actually agree with her. My dress is torn, ripped, and stained with all manner of things. I cannot even begin to imagine what my hair and face look like at this moment.

A tired sigh leaves my lips, and I shut my eyes, trying to control my frustration. My legs are killing me! Hell, I feel like they are about to give in any moment from now on.

Never in my life have I craved a bed as much as I do now.

The ache in my legs and the fatigue make it almost impossible to think of an appropriate lie.

“I am not in the mood for this, Gwen. I really need to sleep,” I say, almost plead.

She purses her lips and shrugs. Throwing her legs off my bed, she walks around me and says, “That is fine, but let me tell