CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HAZEL
I let him drag me along without any issues. Anything I could do to make myself seem like the innocent person I truly was, I was eager to do it. Because at the moment, I was trembling vividly. The man's head had turned completely to the back as Darius' claws went through skin, tissue, blood, and bone.
What if he would do the same to me? Those same claws had beheaded that man in the dungeon not too long ago.
Melissa locked eyes with me, her expression unfathomable, like there were a million thoughts going on inside her head.
Everyone followed after us, until we gathered back at the hall. Us in the center, with everyone else keeping a good distance away from us.
The elders with grim expressions sat on high-backed chairs, looking down at us from where they sat
