“It seems you both have gotten much closer than we’d have expected.”
The sudden sound of a voice very very similar to the King’s was like a quick snap back to reality.
What the hell am I doing?!
I yanked Dexter’s hair and he surprisingly pulled back without a fight. The hand on my chin slipped off, while the one around my waist never moved. But I was thankful for the faint sense of protection it gave me as I turned my head and came face to face with the King and a bunch of other unknown werewolves. My gaze dropped immediately.
Without a word, I stomped on my pride and allowed Dexter to pull me back so that I was standing beside him, his hand still holding me by the waist.
Dexter is one thing, but the King is on a whole other level. His penetrating eyes alone made me want to close
