Ophelia 27
Ophelia’s POV
“Are you sure you are okay?” Julian asked.
“I am. Stop worrying.” I told him as I accepted his hug.
This was the fifth time he was asking if I was okay. I had told him that I was okay and that there was no need of him to fuss over me but all my words fell into deaf ears. He was like mother hen trying to shield her chicks from the eagle. I understood that he was worried about me, but I did not want him to keep checking up on me. Well, I have to admit that it was sweet of him.
When Julian spotted me from the gate, he had rushed to me, arms open. I was tired from hunger and had almost fainted in his arms. He asked the guards at the gate to check if anyone had followed me. I guess he had assumed that some werewolf might have taken me and that I had managed to es
