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NIKKI.

I pace about in the large compound, looking for anything that catches my fancy. You may want to give me my tag as jobless and restless and jumbled, I more than deserve it at this moment.

Thoroughly, I scan through the arena, scouting for the slightest clue. Maybe the valuables or gossip from the servants or even me eavesdropping on the alphas. But right now, they will be busy filling all of Aaliyah’s holes up, and a good-for-nothing moan will be the only result of my effort, should I attempt to.

On seeing me, two guards keep shut almost immediately. I don't move, rather I look at them squarely, already busted. I feel so reduced and desperate and the truth is that I don't give a shit.

Aware that they would grow cold on me at the very sight of me, I don't just burst in on them. I walk down the corridor, taking a wild guess that servants would be at the entrance, guards or maids, as long as I get what I want from their extracurricular activities; gossip.

I begin to stroll gen