CHAPTER 021
STORM’s POV:
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
My eyes shifted to the analogue clock on the wall, annoyed by its insistent clicking sound. Who uses an analogue clock in this day and age? It's the 21st century for goodness sake.
If not for the fact that Lucien acted like a complete child, from looking at his house, I would think that the interior was designed by someone from archaic times. Some furniture in the house was modern, but a lot looked like it was picked in an antique shop. Especially this ugly-looking grandfather clock.
I shook my head as the clicking sound became worse, fuelling the already frantic pounding in my head.
The words ‘duel’ echoed in my mind, making me wonder why I had stupidly suggested it in the first place. A f*****g duel with a werewolf Storm, really?
