A Sneak Peek to the Sequel: Part 7

A Hearty Breakfast

“I’ve never said I’ll never see you again,” I imitated the same grin she plastered on her face. “I only said ‘I hope there is still something to see in you the next time we see again’.”

“Bitch,” she spat.

“I know,” I squared my shoulders and lifted a lazy smile. “At least I’m not a conniving brat.”

A slap was on its way on my face but my left hand is faster than a shooting star. “How’s your pussy? I heard Alpha Cain assaulted his way through inside you that everyone thought your own pussy will be your cause of death.”

Katharine—calling her Juliet is like calling a rotten apple a dessert—pulled her hand from my grip. It was the most satisfying scene to witness. And her face is a perfect portrait of a cat who failed to intimidate the rat during supper.

“I see you’ve grown some claws now, Sasha.” She inclined her head to me. “How’s little Sorrel? Is she still tending to her little tiny weensy garden?”

My lips curled in