Chapter hundred twenty-five

Ariah’s POV

“Psst!” Leia hissed into my ears repeatedly until I was jolted out of my sleep.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes repeatedly, the light next to James’s desk was still on and my eyes widened then I turned sharply and stared at him. James had his face on a stack of papers with saliva oozing slightly out of the corner of his mouth. He snored heavily like a pig and I loved every second of this sight.

The mighty James, so weak, so vulnerable. An image of me slashing his skull open with my claws flashed in my mind but Leia brushed it aside immediately. “Hey, Ariah! No violence unless it’s necessary.” She said quickly.

“I hope you do realize that we’re talking about the person who brutally raped me twice?” I asked sarcastically. “That beast taught me a thing or two about violence,” I said spitefully as I stared at him with murderous hate.

“This isn’t the right way,” Leia said and that took my mind off it completely.

I rushed towards the window and peeped out of the blinds. It was