We stepped into the hallway for the second time that day.
The moment we did, I felt every Lycan guard’s eyes on me.
Heat crept up my neck as their gazes swept over the exposed skin of my stomach and shoulders. For a brief moment, I fought the urge to retreat back into the safety of the room, but I quickly shoved the feeling aside.
Instead, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin.
I wasn’t about to be intimidated by a bunch of overgrown horndogs. Zahori walked several steps ahead of me, her posture perfectly straight. She hadn’t spoken a word since we left the room, her attention fixed firmly on the corridor ahead.
I hurried to keep pace with her, my sandals clicking softly against the polished marble floor. Despite the revealing maid uniform that barely covered her ass, she carried
