The Lost Lycan Princess.
I see how he opens his eyes wide and with his hand on the window he stops me again, saying, “Do you have a daughter? How old is she?”
I frown, annoyed by the questioning, as I say. “Frankly, Mr. Bennett, it’s none of your business. Good afternoon.”
I roll up the glass, start the engine, and leave that place at full speed. I see the time, 3:45 p.m. I’m just in time to pick up Maddie from kindergarten.
While I’m driving, I receive a call. I answer and listen to mom through the speakers. “Daughter, it’s good that you answered me. How was your conference?”
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