-LYKOAN’S POV-
Sheer terror and panic overwhelmed her. Frantically, she scraped up the blue duvet sheet to wrap around her nude top. She shivered like a scared bunny. Tears trickled down, and she stared at me as though I was the demon imp, Blitzo.
With a hoarse croaking voice, she hissed, “Get the hell away from me!”
A pang of pain slashed my chest at her sadness and fear. I held my hand up in the air and took two steps backwards. I remained calm. “Hey, I’m not a monster.”
Well, not anymore, but it’s not like she would know about my past.
“Gossart. Where is he?” She cried, pressing herself into the tufted bedhead.
Anger bubbled up from Sultan’s stomach. He was pissed that she was missing another guy. Howbeit, my heart was aching too.
“I do not know who that person is,” I admitted,
