When Jace told me we were heading to the capital, I couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at me.
At least within Cayden's pack, I knew I was safe. I had my routine, my place. The capital, though, felt like a whole different world, and I had a bad feeling about interacting with the Poldesse pack. That alone made my stomach twist.
I sighed, zipping up the third bag that Kas had practically forced me to pack. Turning, I caught her tossing more of my clothes into yet another duffle bag.
“Is all this really necessary?” I asked, my voice low, as I watched her. “I mean, they’re not going to want me around. I’m... no one.”
I was once again being coerced into something I had no desire to do. I was a breeder, not some obedient, disposable sex slave.
Kas didn’t even pause. “Yes, Tori. It’s all necessary,” she said, clearly in her own world, organizing my clothes.