Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon
I’ve had that unreachable itch again since last night, and it's only getting worse.
I'm sure Luciano’s manoeuvrin’ wherever he is, pulling in allies, spinning his little web and getting ready for some master plan. And my little princess? He's got her halfway tangled already, wrapped around his finger with his stupid face, considering she's even lying to cover up his arse. What a bloody way to piss me off.
Charlotte sighs, finally tearing her gaze from the screen.
“It’s Cameron,” she says, and I glance away so she can’t see the rage in my eyes.