210. THE REBELLIOUS SLAVE
VICTORIA
I was so angry and confused.
He didn’t move or say a word, hiding at the other end of the alley, in the almost impenetrable darkness.
But those intense hazel eyes, glowing like golden amber, gave him away.
And the steady beat of his heart that kept getting faster, like he was nervous.
Bullshit. I’m done falling for the stupid signs I think I’m picking up from this wolf.
"I'm so done with your tough-guy act. Go to hell if you don’t want to talk to me..."
That line alone was enough to get me beheaded for talking to the ruler of these lands like that, but that arrogant bastard can kiss my ass.
I turned around, ready to leave.
“Why were you crying?” his deep voice suddenly asked me. “You were sad... didn’t you say you liked your master? Did you run away because he mistreats you? Are you afraid of him?”
Those last questions hissed through his teeth.
I stood there for a second, my back to him, sighing, just wanting to walk away.
“My relationship with my master is none of your busin