Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
"Sarah's old enough to be out by herself. She's what, thirteen?"
"We all grew up very differently than you did, Troy," I laughed. "You were a pirate at thirteen. Sarah, well, Kat is likely out there bossing poor Sarah around as we speak. Sarah's shy, you know. I don't think I saw her at all the entire time we were in Winter Forest."
I angled myself away from Caroline, not wanting her to see us and risk ruining her evening of freedom.
"She can definitely see us, Maeve," Troy murmured, draining his cup of cider. "You stick out, you know."