“OH MY GOD, XAYVRY!” Diyaa yelled.
My hand was still covering the wound on my side as I sat on the floor. I knew the minute our eyes locked I needed to get the f**k out of there, but I couldn’t move. It wasn’t until he was a few steps away and I heard the first crack his bones, letting me know he was shifting, that I teleported myself back to our apartment. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Diyaa to be up this late. I was the one to stay up late and get up late while Diyaa was the one to go to bed early and get up early. Then again it was Saturday night so there was that, well I guess it was Sunday now. I glanced at the clock to see it was close to one in the f*****g morning. I was able to turn so that I was kneeling but that was as far as I could get. Diyaa came over letting me grab her arm.
