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I was horrified by the sight of Kaye watching me being carried in the arms of Penn. I knew it looked bad, but why would it bother me? It shouldn’t, right?
But it did.
The hurt in his eyes made me feel like dying in that moment. Oh, wait—I would die from the pain.
Penn only gave Kaye a brief nod before rushing past him to take me upstairs. I couldn’t do anything; the pain was too much. Kaye, on the other hand, seemed frozen in place, as if he wasn’t one for grand gestures anyway.
I closed my eyes because, at this point, I didn’t even want to see what was going on around me anymore. I didn’t want anyone to see me either.
But that was inevitable—we were spotted before we could even reach the elevator.
"Wait!"
A loud, gruff voice stopped us.
I opened my eyes and wriggled my legs, signaling Penn to put me down. The moment my feet touched the floor, I dropped to my knees, wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach.
The warden stood tall with her hands clasped behind her back. The silence was enough of a warning—I needed to raise my head and give her my full attention, or she’d just keep staring.
So I did, though I had little energy left and was wracked with pain.
"What’s going on here? Is this some kind of romantic suite where lovers carry their mates around in their arms—?" Before the warden could draw the wrong conclusion, I quickly tried to correct her.
My first mistake.
"He’s not my lover," I said in a meek voice. Even I was shocked by how low and feeble I sounded.
Her expression changed instantly, and now I wanted to know what I’d done wrong. Was she upset because she’d assumed incorrectly?
"How dare you!" she roared. "Take your words back and don’t speak until I’ve finished talking, or I’ll pluck your tongue from your throat and feed it to the animals!"
She lunged at me suddenly, backing me against the wall. My spine straightened instantly, and my eyes widened in fear.
I was terrified—this was the first time I’d seen another woman this up close. That’s when I noticed something unsettling: she had two different-colored eyes. But it didn’t look genetic. One of her eyes was blood-red, riddled with wiry veins that covered her cornea.
I bet she noticed how scared I was. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it might burst out of my chest. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Why don’t you have a wolf’s scent?" she demanded, sniffing me like a dog.
I kept my body rigid, pressed as tightly against the wall as I could. My breaths were uneven and erratic. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed giggling. A quick glance confirmed it—Sydney and Salem, along with their little entourage, were poking their heads out from the staircase, watching me get scolded.
"Agrona, thank you for taking care of the students, but I’ll take it from here," said a familiar voice.
Kaye’s arrival was shocking—he looked like he’d been stabbed in the chest. I thought he would’ve left by now.
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