(Margie POV)
After Jane agreed to back off, I stomped out of the hospital and headed straight back to the packhouse. A few pack members tried to greet me as I walked by, but I ignored them. I was so angry at Jane that I would have enjoyed spitting fire at her if I was a dragon. Heck, I was so angry at Jane that I was half-tempted to hire a dragon.
I have tried very hard to forgive her for what she did—not today, but before. It has been 27 years, but sometimes the pain feels just as fresh as it did the day that it all happened.
I know Jane still feels a lot of guilt, but after she tried to scale back Stephanie's memorial, I have to wonder if she feels guilty enough. After what she did—and after what she took from me—she should know that I am the last person that she should be messing with.
