Henry

Justine had stomped up to her room, slammed the door so loudly that it reverberated around the packhouse, then proceeded to pack or maybe just pout the rest of the night.

For good measure, I locked my bedroom door, not trusting her to try and get in my bed in the middle of the night.

First thing in the morning, I had breakfast sent to her room, since she hadn’t emerged.

I met with Dallas and Knox and let them know my plan to return Justine to her pack then head straight over to ...