Ness
The game has changed, and right now, I have no idea if I’m winning or losing.
Lagos acted very strangely in front of everyone.
I’m used to his testosterone-fueled outbursts in private.
When we’re alone, he becomes a different man—demanding, possessive, passionate—completely different from the calm, collected librarian-type he pretends to be in public.
I don’t understand it because, despite his unexpected kiss and that way of marking his territory, I could swear he was angry.
As soon as he leaves with Zeldric, Mikhail, and Gavrel, Oscar and Luna take a seat on one of the sofas, pretending they’re not watching me.
They do a terrible job at it.
I can feel them glancing at me, even though they’re acting like they’re deep in conversation.
Milena steps in front of me, searching for
