Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: 294. Difficult Conversations

Maisie

Jericho’s lips curled with disgust and he dropped him instantly. His eyes swung to mine. He looked pissed. "Gruer? Philip Gruer? The fucking fugitive?"

He was angrier than I’d seen him in a long time. Maybe afraid, too.

Soren looked too disturbed to speak. Quinlan was staring closely at Gruer with a dark expression in his eyes. "I know you," he said quietly.

I felt the familiar air of violence sink into the atmosphere. Someone was about to die.

Gruer, oblivious to the way he was being watched like prey straightened, brushing off his tailored Armani suit. "I suppose I’ll have to try better at breaking the ice next time." He flashed me a mischievous smile. "You taste delicious, though."

That did it. For Jericho, at least.

He lunged for Gruer and the latter vanished, only to reappear in front of Soren, holding up a couple of papers. "You seem the more rational of the three."

He shoved them against Soren’s chest and stretched languidly. "Shifting shapes takes a toll. I’ll be out for a few days. It is in your best interest that I receive payment for my services before then. It’d be just as easy to sneak in, take your shape and fuck your wife, you know? I bet I could do it better."

Soren’s fangs extended, his hand darting out to tear Gruer’s heart from his chest--

Gruer vanished again, reappearing right behind Quinlan. "Or your sweet Julie," he crooned darkly.

And then, he was gone, leaving me with three furious men who woule get the answers they wanted from me one way or the other. Right now.

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"You want to explain what the hell that was?" Soren asked the second the door of us study slammed shut behind us. "How long have you been buddied up with that... thing? Do you have any idea what he’s capable of?"

It felt like a lecture. I didn’t like that very much and it made me feel less inclined to explain myself. "I’ve known him for a year. He’s never hurt me before and he won’t start now. He’s a... friend."

"A friend?" Quinlan laughed sarcastically, pacing left and right. "Do you have any idea why he was really locked up in that facility, Maisie? Attempted murder? Insanity? Think again. On a much larger scale. I’m talking a fucking massacre." He drew to a pause. "You’ve known him for a year? That would mean... after his escape?"

I stubbornly refused to speak. "Is this about what he is or the fact that he kissed me?"

Three of them paused and growled inwardly.

Soren ran his fingers through his hair, tousling the dark tresses, and then he tried for a much calmer tone. "We understand that you might need some time. And we plan to give you as much as you need to get better. We also understand that you’ve given so much and owe us nothing. But how do we help you if you can’t be honest about the littlest things?"

The study fell silent. And stayed silent. Which only meant everyone was onboard with what was being said.

And that filled me with the overwhelming need to defend myself from an unspoken accusation. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"I wasn’t aware I could be honest with a death sentence hanging over the heads of everyone I cared about," I retorted.

"I tried to talk to you! I was honest and you called a psychiatrist on me! Being honest got me nowhere! You didn’t believe me! Blamed it on the booze! Acted like I was insane! What else was I supposed to do?! Bring you down to the library and summon a demon in front of you?!"

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