Brielle
I was in the room, a part of me hoping and wishing Lydia would return. Her eyes held hatred but they held something else, fear, panic.
Like she knew Dylan was going to toss her aside in no time. She felt threatened and I was going on feed on her fear, I was going to give her reasons to not want me with Dylan and if my plans work out well, goddess knew I would be out of the house before the fucking mating ceremony he was planning.
I paced around; waiting patiently while also trying to come up with another plan.
Lydia is smart and there's no telling whether she would fall into my trap easily.
If she doesn't, I need to create a life and death situation that would stop him.
I inhaled softly as I sat on the bed, my hopes getting crushed as I decided to occupy myself with other things.
Moments later, the door opened, I wanted to jump for joy, excitement began to flow through me.
