Cora-James POV
I paced the garden. Back and forth. And back. And then forth.
That bitch! That thieving, running bitch!
My boots crushed the herbs my mother had spent months cultivating. I didn't care. I was beyond caring. I had just spent the past hour combing the side castle and the surrounding woods looking for the amnesiac fool called Tilly, and she was nowhere to be found.
Bloody whore!
She was going to get me in trouble. The Alpha wanted to see her before leaving Albany Side castle. He had insisted. And now, because of a tiny yank of hair, she was in the wind and my neck was on the line.
Stupid, foolish, man-stealing thief!
I was going to be sick. I was going to be sick and then I was going to die. The Alpha was going to find out she was awake and I had struck her, and then I would be executed for treason and then Chase would forget my name and then—
"Ma!"
I needed my mother. Alba would know what to do. She always did.
"Where are you, damnit?! Ma!"
