It's been a week since I woke up in Cyrus's house, more specifically, his bed. The day he threatened to snatch my freedom if I did as much as stumble upon him. And I took his warning seriously.
After everything I have seen these past weeks, it would be foolish of me to try to put my nose where it doesn't belong. Oliver, Cyrus, Ravenswood, the wolves, their pack – honestly, all of them can go fuck themselves. I have no interest in them whatsoever.
All I needed was my pendant back, and I got it. Yes. Shocker, right? The 'something' that Cyrus placed in my hands that night turned out to be my pendant. I didn't dare see what it was in fear I might find something I won't be able to unsee. So I kept my palm enclosed and only opened it after I reached home—which Cyrus dropped me by, by the way.
