Chapter 85: Blue eyes
That took longer than I expected. The tip about certain people hiring assassins in the back alleys turned out to be true, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I guess the Robbens issue has people scared—so scared they’ve forgotten they should fear me. Honestly, I don’t know why they bother. I suppose even the weakest creatures bite back when cornered.
I need a bath. And Noelle.
As I make my way up to our floor, I’m immediately hit with the unmistakable pull of Noelle’s pheromones. They’re thick in the air, unsettlingly anxious, like a storm waiting to break. His anxiety seeps into me, twisting my gut with a sense of unease.
Doris is waiting outside our door, her posture as rigid as ever. I wave her off for the night, and she leaves without a word. I open the massive doors and step inside, greeted by the weight of Noelle’s scent. It’s heavier here, almost suffocating. Something is wrong.
I close the doors behind me, scanning the room until my eyes land on him. Noelle stands there, arms folded, his robe wrapped tightly around him. His green eyes lock onto me, anger simmering beneath the surface. The moment our eyes meet, I know I’m in trouble.
What did I do?
"My beloved star," I say softly, taking a cautious step toward him. But the moment the words leave my mouth, his eyes flash, and he cuts me off.
"Don’t." His voice is sharp, cold. "Go and take a bath. You reek of blood."
I flinch at the harshness of his words. It’s never bothered him before. Hell, I’ve kissed him with blood on my hands and he didn’t bat an eye.