HOPE
My phone chimes for the third time with a message from Alaric.
His money is still sitting prettily in my account. Yeah, Lizzie ordered those dresses like she was the one to wear them, which made it possible for me to not have paid a dime.
Moreover, I'm setting a beautiful trap for Alaric — one that will end with him as a pawn on my fucking chessboard.
Vampires and werewolves have never been friends. Until I win the choosing game and attain enough political power, I'll let him make a fool of himself until I use him to my own advantage. He will probably think he's using me until it's too fucking late.
An idea comes to mind for today's update of information about the Alphas and a crazy smile appears on my lips.
"Smile, Kaleb. Say cheese."
