[ Blackmoon stronghold… Old World… Corridors ]
Autumn's boots struck hard against the stone floor, each step echoing sharp, clipped, like a drum of her anger… her cheeks were flushed with humiliation.
Her chest still heaved with uneven breaths.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides.
The burn of Kieran's words…actions…his very presence…suffocating yet churning something she couldn't deny…utter humiliation.
Alpha Malrick's words still clung to her skin like smoke she couldn't scrub off. "So you are back together…" Autumn couldn't help thinking about the past… the last time she saw that man… the last time it felt like things were finally getting back to normal before her life took a complete U-turn.
Autumn pressed her palms on the back of her neck, looking up.
Her lips moved but all that came out was something between a half curse, a half mutter.
"…always dismissing me at his own whim… fuck…am I stone? "
But her steps faltered.
Something tugged.
