Chapter 32: The Curse...
The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Emerald’s bedroom, but it brought no warmth. No comfort.
She paced the room like a caged wolf, her bare feet padding silently against the cool floor. Her thoughts spiralled like a storm she couldn’t tame.
The book lay open on her bed.
Its presence was too loud—its truths too real.
She hadn’t slept. Not a single hour.
Her eyes flicked back to the weathered pages. She could still hear his voice from last night, low and hot in her ear.
"I’ll be seeing you soon, little wolf."
She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
The way he’d looked at her, that wasn’t lust. It wasn’t even want. It was possession. It was obsession. And she couldn’t decide if it scared her more... or intrigued her more.
Viola’s voice stirred in her mind. "Maybe you should try to get some rest."
"I doubt I’ll be able to sleep," Emerald whispered. "Not after that." She gritted her teeth and rubbed her temples. "Why me?"