Ellen sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn up slightly as she leaned against the headboard, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of her pajamas. She sighed, her thoughts circling back again and again to the conversation she'd had with Edrick earlier.
"That bastard Gerald..."
She couldn't decide if she should applaud Gerald for his determination or curse him for his dirty tricks. The audacity of it all—trying to use Edrick to come between her and Mason.
Her gaze drifted to the window, her fingers curling into a fist. At least now she felt a little better about her recent efforts to win Gerald's mother over to her side. She could use all the leverage she could get when it came to Gerald and his sneaky tactics.