"Tell me the truth," said the bitch from apartment three after my words had finished echoing around us. "You are one of their madams sent here to make sure that we cooperate with their grand plan."
I raised an eyebrow and looked down at the teenager in my arms. She gave me a weary smile before burrowing her head back into my chest.
"Would it make you feel better if I said yes?" I asked, closing my eyes and trying to fight my natural instincts of running.
The fact that I had a wolf in my arms was making my mouse cautious as fuck. The fact that I was locked up and threatened with being sold to a man who was not my mate was sending anxiety throughout my whole body.
And given the fact that I could get out of here on my own… well, I had caught the thought more than once from my mouse about where she went wrong with teaching me how to survive.