One hour later, I stood in front of a cracked mirror, hands shaking. Hair down? Fine. Except my hair was a disasterwild, untamable waves that looked electrocuted. I brushed until my arms ached, but it refused to obey. Dress? The only one I had was faded and frayed, sagging in the wrong places.
Makeup? Ha! As if. I pinched my cheeks until they turned red. I bit my lips for color, except now they were swollen like bee stings. Smile? Don't get me started. Attempt one looked constipated. Attempt two looked like I wanted to stab someone. Attempt three was worse. I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. "I'm going to die. He's going to sell me because I can't smile like a normal human!" Footsteps echoed in the hall. His footsteps. His aura seeped through the walls. The door opened. Alpha Zack's cold eyes scanned me, head to toe. His hand clamped onto my wrist like a manacle.
"Inner voice: Pathetic. But mine. Let's see how she survives tonight.
