Maisie
"It's not what it looks like."
I might have uttered those words if I wasn't steaming out of my ears and nostrils. So when my mates began tussling around with Bastian, asking him what the fuck he did to me and why I was crying, I didn't wait around to be a part of the scene they were creating.
Quite frankly, I didn't care if they killed each other.
Actually, I hoped they killed each other. Soren first, the liar.
Tell me all about 'finding a different solution', but he just planned to sell me off to them all along. And while I understood why that seemed like the only option, couldn't he have had a conversation with me first? This was my life. My body. My mate bond. Couldn't I, at least, get a say in the matter of who I ended up with?
