Chapter 231. Isha (2/2)
"Remember? You took that small box and said it could make your deepest fantasies feel real with just a little sniff," Tyler said, his tone calm but tinged with amusement.
Isha blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. Her expression shifted from confusion to dawning realization, her golden eyes narrowing as she nodded. "Yes... I remember showing you that."
"Well," Tyler continued, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, "you sniffed it."
"...". A heavy silence filled the room.
Her beast ears twitched slightly, and her gaze darted to the now-closed box sitting on the shelf. "So... everything that just happened was..." Her voice trailed off, her face gradually turning a deep shade of red.
"Not real," Tyler confirmed, unable to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Isha’s hands flew to her face, her clawed fingers barely concealing her mortification. "No..." she murmured, her words muffled. "So I was not Rap-"
"Yeah... it didn’t happen." Tyler said, enjoying her reaction a little too much. "You sniffed that stuff, and next thing I know, you were rolling on the ground, screaming for someone—or something—to stop."
Her golden eyes snapped up to him, wide with horror. "Rolling on the ground? Screaming? That’s all?" she asked, her voice laced with a desperate hope that nothing worse had occurred.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Oh, there’s more."
"Then," he said, drawing the word out for dramatic effect, "you grabbed that rod, that mushroom shaped thing."