Chapter Eighty Two:
Something out of the ordinary.
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Arth Margaux Wfauzhle’s Point of View
JAEDEN’S STARES LINGERED for a long period of time.
The grip of his cold hand on my wrist was tight but gentle at the same time. So I never suspected that it would leave a mark. I casted my eyes on them for a fraction of seconds the moment I grew aware he was holding too long even though we were out of sight already. Not wanting to gawk too much, I shifted my eyes on Jaeden’s face who had his eyes elsewhere.
I tugged a free hand onto his arm, catching his attention. “Why do we need to hide?” Confusion was evident in my voice even though I already have a hint as to why Jaeden decided to hide us—or more likely, me.
Today marks the third day. It is our third day in House Wfauhzle and I did not e
