Meredith.
I felt pity for Wanda.
Currently, she looked like she would bang her head against the wall if she knew what I had come to Draven for, in the middle of the night.
But why does she look so shocked that I could go to him?
What's it to her?
Suddenly, I didn't feel like pitying her anymore. Her ugly face was getting in my way, and I didn't want to see it anymore.
In fact, I wanted to ruin Wanda's night so much that she would see me in her dreams tonight if she does sleep eventually. Or rather, so she wouldn't get to sleep this night, rolling from one side to the other.
"Draven is my husband," I stated, and then put my hands on my waist. "Is there anything wrong with me visiting him at any time of the day or night I want?"
Wanda's jaw dropped in shock as she stared at me with her mouth agape. I bet she didn't see this coming.
