ONYX
Don’t panic, Onyx. Do not panic! Play it cool!
Zion’s eyes scanned my face, and I licked my lips nervously, which made his eyes linger on them for a bit.
What was I supposed to do now? I had no idea how Seth looked. I glanced around the garden, hoping that something would give the Lycan Prince away, but everyone present looked like they could be royalty too. These were not the Middle Ages, and, unfortunately, lycan princes did not wear any crowns. It so did not help.
I had no idea what to do, but then Filin, who was still sitting on my shoulder, flapped his wings unexpectedly and flew away. The air from the impact got into my eye, and I blinked.
Suddenly, an idea came to my mind, and I started blinking as if my life depended on it. Because it kind of did.
“Is something wrong?”
