HAZEL
The moment I heard the limo pull away from the pack grounds, I let myself relax. Every muscle that had been wound tight all day finally loosened. I stood at my bedroom window and watched until the car disappeared down the road, taking Fia and her pathetic existence away from Silver Creek forever.
Good riddance.
The scratching at my door came maybe thirty seconds later. I didn't need to look to know who it was. Milo never could wait. Always desperate. Always eager to please. It made him easy to manipulate, which was really the only useful thing about him.
"Come in," I called out.
He entered like he owned the place, which was almost funny. Almost. One day he'd realize that nothing about him warranted that kind of confidence. For now, I'd let him keep his delusions. They made him more cooperative.
