her, which she almost caught.
At three and a half months, she was already at thirty-five pounds, and she was
getting stronger and faster every day. Once we got back to the estate from our trip
to Anchorage, Darren hired a personal dog trainer to come out and help me train
Camaro. She blew past my expectations, learning basic commands in a matter of
days. I was still working on some tricks of my own with her when we were by
ourselves. She was able to keep me busy, and I welcomed the distraction now that I
was back at the estate.
I had to admit something had changed since Darren and I returned from Alaska.
He was somehow sweeter, gentler, less demanding when I was cooperative, and he
made an effort to spend time with me outside of meals. He’d continued to care for
my bite wound, removing the stitches himself like some kind of medical pro. It was
healing nicely, but I knew it was going to scar. I could see the tiny teeth indents on
my skin like an astrological sign, connecting the dots that told the story of how I
was almost eaten by wolves … and admittedly, though begrudgingly … saved by
Darren.
I almost felt guilty when he would look at my arm with disdain and regret,
smoothing his hand over my skin like he could somehow rub it away. It shocked me
to see the actual fear in his eyes when he recognized what that bite mark truly
meant. He’d almost lost me that day, and I could see how much that pained him. I
tried to make him forget about it by focusing on other things. We would go for
walks with Camaro, watch a movie in the home theater, hell, he even requested my
assistance when tuning his Ferrari. That had been an interesting day. Only he could
make a grease-stained t-shirt look sexy.
Now that I had admitted my desires, I stopped bothering to hide my lust for him.
I kicked my denial to the curb, and as soon as I did, I felt a million times better. I
hated it, but Darren was right in one aspect. Letting go and accepting that had
made my life a little easier, but luckily for me, the only thing I’d accepted was that
my stupid vagina was blind, and there was no possible way of correcting her vision.
Until recently, I’d made several decisions based on the fuck-it scale, and I did
not intend to make myself feel guilty. It was a survival tactic. Nothing more.
Nothing less. I still hated the fucker with a fiery passion and refused to forget all
the bullshit he had put me through and all the people he had killed. It went away in
Cell Block C for compartmentalization. But until the time was right, I would endure
because Darren was right about one other thing. I was stronger than the others
were.
Pushing my vendetta aside, I allowed the contentment in my heart to settle. The
new scars on my forearm from the wolf bite proved enough that I needed to quiet
and just learn to live for a while. Darren had finally provided me with a fair
distraction, one I still had a hard time accepting, but Camaro helped me forget. She
was capable of forcing laughter from me, even when I didn’t feel like it.
She’d bark at new people, scaring Anya and Irina when they came in for my bi-
weekly waxing and nail session. When Camaro calmed down and let them pet her,
they absolutely swooned over her, and it made me smile. They even painted her
little nails a bright red color with doggy safe nail polish Anya happened to have in
her bag for her own dogs. Darren said it looked ridiculous at first, but I got him to
laugh when I told him to think of it as the blood of his enemies.
On a Saturday morning, I had been playing with Camaro in the gardens, laughing
as she chased butterflies and barked at the birds chirping in the birdbath. She still
wasn’t very good at staying by my side, but she always came when called. Camaro
was the only real light I had now, and I clung to her like black on a crow.
Clive and Owen stood back about twenty feet behind, giving me the respectful
distance I had requested from Darren. I’d only gotten it just a few days ago for good
behavior, and I rewarded Darren well for giving in to my request, slowing
conditioning him to want to please me as well. Those were the days when I could
bring that man to his knees with pleasure so intense he’d have me for hours before
his dick couldn’t take anymore.
“Miss Jaden,” Owen called from behind me. I turned to give him my attention.
“Mr. Davis would like you to be ready to leave in a half hour. Clothes have been laid
out for you on your bed. Please go ready yourself.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion. Leave? Did I hear him
