Her sudden shrill scream startled Matthew.
"Xan? Xan, what's wrong? Are you in danger? Is Orion trying to hurt you?"
"Huh."
She smirked coldly.
"Orion hurt me? No way, I'm perfectly safe with him. Sure, he can be a bit of a bad boy, but,"
But what?
Xanthea furrowed her brow, feeling like she was forgetting something.
She tried hard to remember, but couldn't. The noise on the other end of the phone was too much, and she abruptly hung up. As soon as she did, it came back to her, "Oh right! He won't hurt me, but he might hurt you guys. Be careful."
"You've been so naughty, Ori will help me get my revenge!"
She lifted her head proudly, hands on her hips.
Seconds later, she looked around confusedly, "Where am I? How did I get here? I'm so tired and sleepy, I just want to go home."
She walked a few steps forward to a trash can, bent down, "Ah, home at last!"
She threw away her phone and was about to dive into the trash can, but suddenly a warm large hand grabbed her arm from behind.
"Ms. Nightshade."
"Huh?"
Xanthea turned around to face a man of breathtaking beauty. His features were so perfect it seemed like each had been meticulously crafted by the divine—arching brows like polished onyx, deep-set eyes, a sharp nose, and striking facial contours.
Who was he? How could someone be so handsome, so tall? His face, his build, made her want to gulp.
Orion pulled her close, his breath heavy with the scent of liquor, "Are you alright? I'll take you to..."
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