Lola POV
“Self-defense isn’t fighting dear, so you shouldn’t be sorry. My sons on the other hand, Zion and I will have a word with right now in our office” she averts her gaze to her sons. Who are, by the way, still seething mad and have their claws extended, shooting daggers at me. If looks could kill, I wouldn’t only be dead. I would already be buried a thousand feet under as well, even if they had to dig the grave with their own bare hands. “NOW” the King bellows to his sons as they flinch from his tone, before following like lost little puppies. As the 4 of them walk towards the palace, I am left standing there with the warriors that have been watching us still stunned in place. All of them are looking at me and I don’t really like this much attention on myself. I much prefer to blen
