She must've been angry because he missed their appointment.
He wanted to explain, to apologize, to beg for her forgiveness, but every time he tried to approach her, she'd dart away like he was the plague, as if he still bore that ghastly, horrific burn scar on his face.
In the small grove, Xanthea was once again startled by Jeffrey's fake snake, crouching on the ground, hugging her knees, and crying in fear.
From a distance, Orion spotted her figure and rushed over, only to be stopped by Matthew who was outside the grove.
"Orion, stop bothering Xan!"
"Xan really dislikes you!"
The word "dislike" hit him like a ton of bricks, and the cold, gloomy light that burst from the boy's dark pupils seemed deadly, making Matthew's legs go weak, forcing him to step back.
"Get lost!"
Orion pushed him aside, and as Matthew fell to the ground, he watched Orion's retreating back with resentment. He really was just like the news says, a little devil!
“Xannie!”
Getting closer, Orion heard her sobs and felt a wave of panic.
He wanted to comfort her, to find out who had bullied her because he would never let them get away with it!
But before his hand could touch her, he heard her cry from between her knees, “Why won’t you just leave?”
“Go away, just go!”
“I hate you the most, I really, really do!”
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