She Does What She Wants

Ryatt

Maddox rises from his chair, casually sipping coffee from a mug. He sets it down, checks his watch, then fixes me with an annoyed look. “Is there a reason you’re in here?”

I glance around the room. It’s a wood paneled and slightly dated office with incredible views of the water. My gaze settles on Isaac, who’s left eye is nearly swollen shut, and I give him a cocky smirk before looking back at his father.

I slightly bow my head before meeting Maddox’s eyes again. “Your wife brought me here.”

He stares at me unblinking for several seconds before blowing out his breath and sitting back down.

Isaac looks from Maddox to me. “You’re a prisoner. You’re not allowed in the main house.”

I shrug, crossing my arms over my aching chest. “This is where I was told to go.”

Isaac sits on the edge of a solid wood desk and glances behind him at the old maps scattered across it. I get a brief view of the mountains and the names of small pack territories before he roughly turns them over, glaring