Chapter Seventeen: Do You Understand?

Monica’s question rings in my ear.

The fireworks exploding in the sky permit me to see the severity of her question.

A strained panic sets low in my belly.

"What? Yes...I told you I did tell him where I was going and that I would be returning early. "

A sigh crosses Monica’s lips as if my answer were disappointing.

I mean, it was not technically permission, but he has no right to lock me in my room because he ‘doesn’t like my behaviour’ or because I ‘disobeyed’ him; we agreed to stay out of each other’s lives.

If anything, his interference is a breach of our contract.

"About an hour ago, I got a call; I missed it because of the music, and they had some cotton candy slots that...you know what, not the point. The point is that the Alpha is furious, and an hour ago, he summoned you to be brought back to the Manor."

Shit.

"So, we might both be in trouble."

My lips part, and I almost suggest that we run, but silence ensues amid the fireworks exploding in the sky, shortly after the last ‘bo