Chapter 117
I opened the door. The house wants me to find something. I huffed and tried thinking about what I was doing right before being transported here. Am I supposed to find a crown for fluffy? I glanced at the stuffed bunny and shook my head. No. The house wouldn’t have brought us here for something like that, would it? It knew my size. It knows what Lily wants for a snack. Can it read my thoughts? A chill went down my spine, and I frowned. Creepy house, reading my thoughts. It knew I’d need a sewing room before I even came here. F*ck, it made the room before Genevieve was attacked by puppet Herald. “House, do you have something that can help me control my wolf?” I gripped Lily’s hand just tight enough not to hurt her, yet make sure she didn’t let me go again. Air whooshed around us, and
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