Chapter 78

Kelly paced around the obnoxiously large room.

  Honestly, who needed a room of this size? 

The kitchen and living room of the Big House could have fit in the suite he'd been placed in, and neither room was lacking in size.

He looked out the window, judging it to be roughly seven o'clock, and wondered if it were acceptable to leave his room yet.

  He'd been awake before the sun, not that he'd slept that well anyway.

  He felt trapped here, he'd sensed the guards that had stood watch outside his room all night, and he doubted they were there to keep someone from getting in. 

He perched on the edge of the monstrous bed and put his face in his hands. 

Where was Isla? 

He needed to see her. 

He was sure she wasn't as anxious about their presence here as he was, but he needed her for reassurance. 

This was likely how she'd felt when he'd brought her to his pack: out of place.