The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 55

As I left the room, I immediately went to consult with the guard outside in the corridor.

“How long has she been in there with that man?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. “Who is he?”

The guard thought for a moment before answering. “Since this morning. The man has been permitted on the premises since yesterday with claims that he was a friend of miss Cathy’s. This was confirmed when Cathy ventured out last night with him to the village.”

ot letting my expression reflect what was happening inside of me.

Cathy

Shit.

out. I saw him turn around the bend all the way down the corridor; he was walking in large strides, but did not seem in a particular rush or panic.

ch,” I called, avoiding raising my voice. I was still mad at him about

he sight, but added a layer of his own theory to it as well.

t allowed to ignore me.

im. My anger at his neglect gave me enough strength to even make him turn his body, and he winced. I felt a twinge of guilt at the pain that must have caused his wound, but I very quickly got ove

ed.

was the one so vehemently in the wrong.

’d never let you see that side of me again,” he said in a clipped voice, “this is me keeping that promise.”

bly be making you

th another man. Have you thought of that?”

king at him inc

ppose?” he sneered, and pain intermingled with the rage in his eyes.

t of my gaping lips.

h that man you were snuggled up with in there,” he demanded, a vein in his throat bulging. His voice was still calm, but edged with acid

such disbelief that he theorized Clement and I as something other than platonic, I felt my entire body freeze. I also did not want to

tening.

rich stepped away.

orning after our wedding night pierce my chest. He was looking at me the way he did back then. Betrayal, anger, and pure disgust clouded his features and darkened his eyes, the e

love story,” he said, hurt in his voice, but still projecting it evenly. “But I think you took that role.”

walking away.

him. I also knew he wouldn’t very much like Clement; they were polar opposites. Plus, if they met, it would soon come out that Clement was the one who supplied the blood and not me. I’d be caught in another lie.

erly failed to. He translated my hesitation as a confession of guilt, of a silent and stunned agreement to his accusation. There was no coming back from that now.

an how I would explain myself later on. I did not return t

trying to catch my breath after realizing I was breathing too hard.

ought he did. Maybe he’d take my insecurities and my fears and deliberately bring them to life out of revenge.

d he come here unattended?

ething. “What are you doing out here?”

ooking a little dazed with confusion. He held out his arm.

of paper. It was marked with the same perfect handwriting I had begun to read so many times now.

be eaten whole by it.