Chapter Eight

Hector

“You fucking bitch ass….fucking Lycan warrior lunatic!” Nola’s raspy scream came before she flew up to meet me, seeming to think better of it and sitting back down.

I arched an eyebrow at her theatrics as if to say ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’

“You’re getting very out of control Nola. Pounding on doors and stomping around like a maverick, when all my workers want to do is sleep.” I grunted, dropping the tray on the wide bronze stool beside the high canopy bed where the girl was sitting like a princess.

“Wait, you have workers here?” She gasped, the milky white mounds of her chest rising and falling passionately.

Stop looking at her fucking chest Hector, goddammit!

“Yes,” I said cryptically, watching the wheels in her little head go round and round…round and round. I damned if I could get that fucking nursery rhyme out of my head.

Nola looked like she was planning something, probably trying to find the workers.

I hoped she didn’t, for her own sake. Some of my workers were hung