I grabbed a tissue from the table and cleaned it up.
“I’m going outside,” He said ahead. “Come forward after I’m gone.”
“Alright.” I agreed. I rushed upstairs, ignoring my wobbling legs, the slight burn inside my v****a, and grabbed my perfume. If I smelled off Gifford’s pheromones, suddenly, I would attract suspicions.
Better safe than sorry.
I looked at myself in the mirror, made sure I looked alright and rushed to the door. I saw Slade leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. My heart bumped into his presence.
“Since when?”
“Umm…” I knew what he was directing at. What he wished to know. Yet, I didn’t want to talk about it. “The…the moon ritual is…”
“I asked you a question.” His eyes darkened with annoyance. “Should I spell it out for you so you would kno
