Maisie
Music flowed through the hall, bodies moving in sync around me in a waltz, laughing softly and chattering.
I might not have been able to sit through the rest of the dinner without losing my appetite, or fuming, but I had to admit, there was an untimely beauty about Margaret's castle.
And there was warmth. It was obvious the Lycans here all knew each other and looked out for each other, which was a far cry from the castle where everyone was constantly at each other's throats.
I understood why my mates wanted me to experience even a fraction of this, before writing it off completely. And it made me relax enough to accept Jericho's hand and let him lead me over to the floor of the court.
