Zadyre
I made my way to our room to confront Brielle and ask her what was wrong with her. I was determined to get my answers no matter what. When I entered to the room, there she on the bed, looking at me seductively and I was quite shocked.
“Brielle…” I started to say as I walked closer to her, trying to think my words through to avoid hurting her if she was truly Brielle.
She looked up at me through her eyelashes, her eyes were filled with lust. “Zadyre,” she purred, her voice almost right but not quite, the edge of it sharp and too deliberate. She moved closer, the sway of her hips exaggerated, her gaze lingering on me with a brazen intensity that made my skin crawl.
It felt wrong. Brielle had always looked at me with warmth, with a mixture of fire and tenderness, not… whatever th
