Kiara cracked her eyes open inside Princess's car. Mid sunlight streamed through the tinted glass, cutting across the leather back seat. A heavy weight rested against her thighs. She looked down. Beamer Frost lay curled up, her cheek pressed flush against Kiara's lap, her breathing slow and even.
"Okay, this is definitely… what the fuck?" Kiara muttered. Her face stayed flat, completely unbothered by the sight of the girl sleeping on her.
They had spent the entire night parked in the dark vehicle, refusing to drive away after Guru dragged Princess's limp body out of sight. Leaving the Alpha alone with a cold-blooded killer was a bad idea.
Besides, Princess had forced them into a new agreement just days ago. The main rule was written clearly in their minds: no leaving anyone behind, no abandoning the group. Kiara had a bad habit of sprinting in the opposite direction the moment chaos broke out, and Princess was determined to chain her down.
