Willow
I STAND UP, SLIPPING FROM HIS GRASP.
I want to hold on to my anger. It's corrosive, but it gives me a sense of fire. And it's better than the loneliness I'm feeling beneath it. "Is there anything else you need from me?" I ask. "We need to lay out some ground rules." I feel defeated. Resigned to my fate. "Whatever you say."
"You can go anywhere within Dom Volka, except my office.
Nothing else is off-limits to you." Is he really so convinced I was in on whatever Dad was doing that he thinks I might be spying for him even now? "I have no interest in your office." He gives me a skeptical look, but doesn't push it. "Besides that, go wherever you want. Everyone here will treat you with the respect afforded to you as my mate."
"You realize how messed up this is, right?" I tell him. "Not just what you're doing to me or my dad, but to your own pack."
