Wendy’s POV

I fixed the strap of my bag on my shoulder and took one last look at the house, which made me let out a deep breath. My foot was ready to take the first step away when I heard the sound of a car's tires scraping against the gravel. I stopped moving, my eyes squinting. It was George's car. His shiny black car stopped suddenly at the entrance, like an angry animal, and I could feel his intense energy from where I was standing.

The car door shut really loud and the sound went through the whole area. George, or I should say, His Highness, got out and...