BRYN
Zion glared at me with such intensity that I bit my lip and his eyes lingered on it.
“What the hell do you think you are doing, Bryn?!” he gritted through his teeth and I knew that I was in trouble.
Fine, I knew I was in trouble for a while.
“Working, Zion,” I replied as calmly as I could, “I am working. What else?”
“What I witnessed just now was hardly work!” he hissed, pulling me closer by my arm, “What is between you and this…werewolf?!”
“Nothing,” I assured him, trying to look appalled, “I am his fake fiancée and that’s about it.”
“I am not deaа, Bryn,” the warlock said in a warning tone, “You will tell me everything that happened. Now.”
“Fine!” I sighed heavily but he still did not let me go, “He saw me when I was trying to free the witches.”
“He saw you
