“Good. Stay there, sis. We’ll give your Alpha a run for his money.”
My Alpha?
Fabiana didn’t think she could look at anyone like that, especially a man as violent as Adonis. She’d been connected to another Alpha who wanted to break her and use her, manipulate her and create the image he wanted. She couldn’t live like that ever again—not after finally tasting freedom.
With Skuld warring with them, the odd prophetic paintings, and getting used to being her own wolf, Adonis had come at the worst possible time.
“Agreed, Giules. But … maybe we can keep him away permanently. I sort of like closed-in spaces without windows or natural light. Could be the new chic.”
Giuliana gaped, staring out into nothing. She didn’t know where the cameras were, but Fabiana still got a chuckle from her reaction.
“Did Fab just make a joke? Where’s my little sister and what did you do with her?”
“Stuck her in a telephone booth so I can collect ransom money. Hashtag bitch better have my money.”
Giuliana cackled, bending over to grab her knees. “I gotta call Silva; that was epic.” She reached for her phone and dialed. “Silva, guess who just popped her hashtag cherry? Freaking Fabiana! … I know. So it went like this …”
Fabiana shook her head and let Giuliana’s laughter chase away her tension.
Find happiness where you can.
Fabiana learned that a long time ago.
