Chapter 25. Taking over

Over my dead, rotting corpse, Carla desperately wanted to scream in his face but she knew better than to do that, especially at a time like this.

Silently, she held the door open for him and allowed him into the house.

His presence felt like tar or some horrible disease plaguing the peaceful house that should have been her and Mark's safe place. It made her feel incredibly agitated, her hands clenched into painful fists.

"It's too bad your little lessons have come to a stop," he began with a disappointed shake of his head. "A couple more days and you would have learned to always serve your guests."

Carla pursed her lips to stop the retort on the tip of her tongue, reminding herself that she had promised to be on her best behaviour.

"Why are you here?" She asked, eager the get him out of her space as soon as possible.

Beta turn to eyeball her, and for a second she thought he was going to hit her and braced herself for it.

He did not.