Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 292

No... No!

She wanted her mother, she wanted her brother!

She cried desperately only to find that she could not make a sound.

Just then, a bell rang as if to pull her out of the nightmare...

Grace slowly opened her eyes. She heard a graceful voice in her ear. "You're awake?"

A pretty face bumped into her somewhat faraway eyes, and the bright eyes seemed to hold an indescribable gentleness within them.

"Yes..." she replied dully, not yet back to her senses.

It was as if her dreams and grasp on reality were constantly interlacing. It was overwhelming her.

"You answer the phone then," he said, holding the phone to her ear.

Grace froze as she listened to a familiar voice coming from her cell phone. "Grace? Are you awake, Grace?"

Grace suddenly sobered a little. "Lina!"

"Yes, where are you now? Are you with Jason? I called you last night, and he answered the phone. When I called you again just now, he answered the phone too."