Chapter 22

I knew I would try but would never succeed at that, because I had a traitorous me who seemed to have the upper hand and probably the support of the goddess, helping her in whatever game she was playing.

I let out a small hiss and grabbed the coffee, gulping down the content at once.

“Hey, are you okay?” Wesley asked and as much as I tried not to look into his eyes, which were my very first distraction, my eyes moved on their accord, pleased to get lost in those alluring grey eyes. I would try to convince myself that I was under some kind of love spell under the disguise of a mating pull because it was the only way to keep the real me intact, not this strange one who isn’t considering April’s safety.

“Hey, you look pretty…” Wesley trailed off, squinting his eyes at me as if searching for the right words to say. “Disorientated, don’t tell me you’re getting all worried because of this.”

“No, I’m not.” I tried building a fire that I had kept burning since the day I lost my parents, one th