CHAPTER 17

  *ALONSO*

  Alonso

  What made me tell Lancelot that I was going to share a room with her, was still what I'm striving to understand. I should have left her to sleep outside, not caring if she died come morning.

  I never made her weak. She chose to.

  Yet, the stupid side of me said those words before I could stop myself.

  After Lance had gone to book the room, I had scolded myself, then afterward made peace with the knowledge that she would definitely not agree to the arrangement.

  I see how she cowers around me_She is scared of me. While that irked me deeply, it also pleased me. At least she is wise enough to know her place.

  Then, why do you wish she agrees? My Wolf had mischieviously asked me.

  Impish bastard!

  Later when Lance came to tell me the room was ready, I had gone to check it out, especially the mattress because I wouldn't want anything that would connect us during the night_Unless she wishes to sleep in the couch. Better for us.