"Don't make me spell you, Victoria. Sit down. I want to talk to you."
My wolf cringed. Shivers washed down my back. She could spell me, that much was true. Even if my wolf took over, her magic was going to get to us. She was too strong.
And…I wanted to hear what she wanted to say. She was there to talk about Izzy, I was sure of it, and maybe she knew something I didn't. Maybe I could make her tell me something about her boss—my father. It was a dangerous game, one my wolf didn't approve of, but if she was going to catch me anyway, I'd rather get some information out of her first.
To my surprise, my body didn't resist when I turned and walked over to the table to sit across from her. I was sitting on needles, but at least I was aware of her every move. Not that it meant much but it made my wolf feel a bit more at ease.
