Mercer
My fingers wrapped tight around the steering wheel until I felt the steel beneath begin to bend.
None-the-wiser, Maisie's friends were in the back seat, laughing, and they did, in fact, not keep the talk of knotting and pregnancies to a minimum.
I didn't think she knew it, but Maisie's friends were unhinged, and if I was in a better mood, I might have appreciated the jokes.
But I wasn't.
Nothing was right. Nothing was fucking right. We'd walked around the laws for the Exiled and it was true. They could be in Greymoor. They could be around Maisie whenever they fucking liked, so emboldened by this that we'd found six of our guards dead yesterday.
Something was coming. And I hated walking into a battle blind. I just wished mother wasn't too engrossed in her hatred of Maisie and us at the moment, and her useless pride, to see that the Exiles were up to something.
There had been way too many attacks in the last few weeks to be called random acts of violence.
