NALEDI’S POV
I walked out of the darned office with Ezra in tow.
The atmosphere of the house was different. Maybe it was the fact that there weren’t any more guards lurking around the hallway and monitoring my every move.
Or the fact that I had been freed from the wristband that hindered my werewolf abilities. In fact, I was looking forward to having a timely run in the woods to fully stretch my beast that have been locked up for a while now.
We got outside and I could see some Cosa Nostra guards, pushing some Yakuza men out of the building in cuffs. I couldn’t help but notice the dirty looks they threw my way when they saw me.
I didn’t blame them though, I betrayed them, and that so publicly. No matter what I did, it would never wash the fact that I was a fucking traitor. Nor would it wash the fact that I was the daughter of an evil man.
Things were better off this way.
“Naledi!” I heard a feminine voice and I was pushed back in a hug. “How have you been?”