She wasn't scared of them. No. These girls were nothing in comparison to the horrors she'd dealt with at the palace. Still, the feeling of being surrounded like a prey was unpleasant.
"I need to leave." Ivy finally spoke in a small voice as she stood up to leave. "Maybe another time."
She didn't have the energy to confront them. The moment Ivy stepped away, Juan's expression darkened.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Juan's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. The sudden touch caused her to freeze. A wave of discomfort rose from the depth of her stomach.
Seeing her turn pale brought an amused smile on Juan's face. In her excitement, she dug her sharp nails into the scarred wrist. A flicker of pain crossed her face before she could hide it.
Truly, some people never changed.
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