Chapter 22 A Talk

(Iris)

I continued to pass out drinks, the conversation I overheard replayed in my mind. Why are they questioning the Lycan King’s identity? The thought gnawed at me, and I felt a rising sense of dread. I forced myself to focus on my task, but my hands trembled slightly.

The whispers echoed through the hall and into the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. I could hear everyone, even when I tried not to listen. I shivered, trying to put it out of my mind. I needed a moment to process what I had heard. The walls seemed to close in around me, the air growing thicker with each step. I glanced over my shoulder, ensuring no one was watching, and quickened my pace, heading towards the side door that led to the gardens. If I could just get a breath of fresh air, I could clear my head.

Just as I was about to sneak away to gather my thoughts, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and found Jasper staring at me, his eyes sharp and scrutinizing. He had caught me trying to escape.

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