A Cruel Game

1992 Words

Asher I trudged up the stairs towards my bedroom, angry at myself for not being able to protect my mate—not yet, at least. Loosening my tie in frustration, I turned the knob to my bedroom door but paused when I sensed someone else inside. I growled and pushed the door open with force, my nostrils flaring as I barged in. I stopped short in the middle of the room when I found Hilda sprawled out on my carpet, coughing up blood and clutching her neck. I rushed to her side without thinking and fell to my knees beside her, holding her up. “Hilda!” I barked, shaking her shoulder. She kept clutching her neck like she was choking, and as I looked closer, I recognised Aphrodite's necklace around her neck, now covered in blood. How did she get her hands on Aphrodite's necklace? Did she pick it u

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