Helanie:
Our anticipation was on the roof as we watched Luna Estella. If she could give us any clue that we didn’t know about the tenth floor already, we might use it to find a way to help Lucy.
"The tenth floor--" Lady Estella began, her voice carrying a mysterious undertone. But just as she was about to reveal more about her time at the academy, the sudden arrival of Jenny’s father, Lord Dewitt, silenced her.
"Your Highness," Lamar and I quickly stood to bow. With a swift gesture, he motioned for us to sit back down. He carried himself with an effortless elegance, surprising for a man who was the father of two grown adults. Tall and broad-shouldered, he cut an imposing figure in his black suit.
"I heard Jenny’s friends were visiting, and I couldn’t miss the opportunity to meet them," he said smoothly, taking a seat beside his wife. I noticed her flinch ever so slightly at his proximity. His aura was a lot darker than his smile.
"Daddy, this is Helanie," Jenny introduced me, her voice bright as she gestured in my direction. Dewitt nodded, his gaze briefly distant.
"The girl--" he started, but Jenny, in her excitement, finished for him.
"The one who’s acing all the tests without a wolf!" she exclaimed.
We all assumed that’s what he meant, but his next words caught us off guard.
"The one who filed a complaint against your mate," he clarified, turning his sharp gaze to Jenny. Her face fell, her previous enthusiasm dimmed under his judgment. She lowered her eyes, clearly feeling the weight of his disapproval.
"Her mate bullied me, and he--" I began to defend my actions, but Dewitt raised a hand, silencing me mid-sentence.
"I’m speaking to my daughter. You can wait your turn," he said. His voice remained pleasant, but there was a distinct edge that made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate interruptions.
Lamar, sensing the hostility, grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Let’s go," he muttered. "It seems he’s more upset about the bully getting caught than being apologetic for what his future son-in-law did."
Dewitt’s expression darkened, and his gaze shifted between Jenny and Lamar, as though silently questioning if Lamar was the one Jenny had betrayed her mate with.
"You’re free to leave," he said coldly. "But understand, it wasn’t my intention to seem unrepentant. The incident was a verbal altercation--he only acted out of concern for a mutual friend who fell. Lucy, wasn’t it? She...fell from the rooftop, didn’t she?" His voice dropped, and a knowing gleam lit up his eyes, sending a shiver through me.
We froze, tension crackling in the air as Dewitt continued, "Sit down so we can discuss the tenth floor."
He said the words with deliberate emphasis, his tone laced with intrigue. Had I known Jenny’s parents were so evil, I might have thought twice before visiting her pack. But then again, it was to get information about the tenth floor to help Lucy, I would do anything for my friend.
Lamar tugged my hand again, but I whispered urgently, "Lamar, we should stay."
He shook his head, resolute, and continued guiding me toward the door. That was until Lady Estella’s calm but chilling words stopped me in my tracks:
"Your friend will die if she doesn’t get help soon."
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