Chapter Eighty Six

NOLA

The pounding of knuckles on the door to my chamber where I'd been locked in with the Lycan’s best friend sounded almost as though it were coming from inside my head as I locked eyes with the accident man.

“Should we answer it?” I croaked quietly, watching the staccato wave of shadows from the stone hearth of the fore place play across his gaunt face before he shook his head slowly.

We waited what felt like minutes, but was probably all but five seconds and the knocking had not reminisced, even seeming to me, to increase the longer the knocker stood out there.

Had Kalden locked the door behind him when he’d come in? My heart beat wildly in my chest when I realized I couldn't remember, the noises overwhelming me so that I shot my hands to my temples dramatically, before Kalden’s gravelly baritone broke through the beatdown.

“Who’s there?” The blonde-haired man rasped, and I noticed that the roots of his hair had grown out. The golden, sunburnt mane was now interloped with black.

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