“Haha! Right now, Zavier, I am joking around. I promise. I’m confused as to what could make you want her that badly at this very moment. You two must be head over heels in love, right? But if you do. You won’t murder her.” Throughout the phone call, the man gave a sermon. Suddenly, Zavier was unable to maintain his hold on my wrist.
I have no interest in participating in their chat at any time. I dashed to the restroom to glimpse myself in the mirror before continuing. I can see the pain in Zavier’s eyes, and I heard him screaming in wrath earlier.
“Don’t let your fears control you . . .” I could hear my wolf muttering to himself. “Whatever you decide to do is what you must deal with. You are no longer Dianthe, the human I know; rather, you have become Delilah. My new human.” she added.
