Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Different degrees of difficulty.

Caelum.

For a couple of minutes, neither I nor Zevran spoke to each other.

We simply stood side by side, staring out into the distance. But I could tell that it was the same thing we were thinking about. I could tell that the thought keeping me restless was the same that held him in a chokehold.

I cleared my throat after a long moment of increasing silence and muttered; "She would be fine, wouldn’t she?"

But even as I said that, I didn’t feel like I could fully convince myself especially since the memories of her in so much pain kept replaying itself in my mind over and over again, keeping me on edge.

"I guess so." Zevran finally answered without looking at me. But I didn’t miss how stiff his shoulders were. How utterly exhausted and devastated he seemed.

His eyes squinted as he stared into the distance, and in a small voice, he muttered; "I don’t know for real, and that bothers me more than anything."

"Me too."

A couple of minutes passed between us with neither of us speaking to the other, but then, as if suddenly possessed by some invisible force, we both moved towards the door at the same time and stopped, freezing as we asked;

"What?"

I turned away. "I want to find out if there’s anything she needs."

"I want to call Frostclaw to ask him to send her some help." Zevran answered coolly. "If she doesn’t want to be with us then she could be with him. She needs someone to be there with her, protecting her—"

"But I don’t want that person to be Frostclaw!" I yelled, interrupting him and surprising myself.

At the sound of my voice, the servants working nearby stopped to look at me, and when they noticed me watching them, they immediately dropped their heads and returned to what they were doing.

Zevran however, was looking at me like I had just sprouted a second head, causing the heat searing across my cheeks to burn even hotter. His brows creased together as he asked; "What was that for?"

Indeed, what was it for?

Why was I so mad at the idea of her being with Frostclaw especially in that state?

By the gods, is this jealousy I feel? Is this what jealousy feels like?

I could already imagine her, moaning and writhing while his finger trailed hot motions up the length of her body. And gentleman or not, I knew what the smell of a woman in heat could do to any man, talk more about a man who’s been interested in her for quite some time now.

My chest burned with rage and whatever that other something was as I took a step forward so much that I was standing right in front of Zevran. Our chests brushed against the other and I seethed; "She’s in heat."

"And that’s more reason she should be with someone."

"Someone. Anyone. Anyone that’s not Frostclaw. Or have you quickly forgotten how she moaned out his name not yours when you touched her intimately?"

At my words, he frowned. His jaw ticked in that way that showed me he was quite irritated. His ashen hand clutched onto his phone until the device creaked perilously, twisting in an angle that immediately told me that it would never come on ever again.

"We’ll send Gavin," he spat.

I clapped a bit too enthusiastically. "Perfect!"

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