Honestly, I don’t need sidekicks. I want them to come to me of their own accord, not because they feel they have to since I’m the new queen.
It’s obvious they want to get into the queen’s tent though, and I don’t blame them. They have gone every year with Natasha, but since she’s fallen from grace, they’d lost their chance to go now.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, and my heart goes for them. They really can’t think for themselves...
“I’ll go. Those bitches serve nice wine.”
I whirl around and look at Tiffany. Well, I didn’t expect that. At least I’ve got one friend.
Brent watches Chelsea and Annabel, waiting. “Well? Got anything to say? You’re both not seriously worried about Natasha still, are you? She doesn’t give a shit about you. You were just tools to her.”
Annabel flinches, and I can almost hear her little blond wolf crying at the insult. Chelsea locks her jaw in place.
I speak up at last. “It’s up to you. But you won’t follow me. You will walk beside me. You will not be my grovelers, but my teammates. The four of us will go as a team.”
Chelsea closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them again, she looks directly at me, and that former sheep has vanished.
“All right. I will go.”
“Me too,” Annabel says.
I smile. It’s a start, but it looks as if I may finally be getting those female friends I always wanted.
Queen B tent here we come.
10. Ylfa
When Paddy and I arriveback at the cabin, I’m surprised to find a dress hanging in our bedroom.
Where did it come from?
I read the note and roll my eyes.
Hunter.
For your party later...