Leilani.
My hands were clammy as I drove through the busy streets of NYC. And usually, whenever I drove around at night, I would take my time to admire the hustle and bustle. I would usually roll my windows down and allow the cool wind ruffle my hair. I would take deep breaths, enjoying the feel of this very familiar air in my lungs…
But today, I did the complete opposite of all of that.
I rolled up my window, drove past like I was in a car race and made sure to curse at every crowd I saw gathered at any point.
I even almost hit an elderly man and his wife or whoever the pretty woman with him was, until I snapped back to focus, panting raggedly because I had almost let my emotions rule me in a horrible way.
By the time I arrived at the pack's dungeons which looked like a museum to the outside world, it was well into the night, about 11:00pm or so.
"It is way past closing hours, Madame," a burly looking bodyguard snarled at me, "…no one is allowed into the cells by this time."
