Chapter 91
(Hi guys, If you read the last Chapter when it was still wrong, please go back to reread it as I have rectified it.)
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Avery hesitated at the door before pushing it open, her heart hammering in her chest. She hadn’t expected to find Cain in his room—she certainly hadn’t expected to face him today, but there he was, standing right by the window, a mug in his hands, his gaze heavy on her. Avery’s breath hitched at the sight of him, and for the umpteenth time since she arrived in Vehiron, Avery cursed her luck.
She just had the worst luck in history. Truly, her mother or father must’ve done something wrong, or maybe it was her. Maybe in her previous life, she was an assassin and killed a king’s daughter or son. That was the only reasonable reason why she had the worst luck in history.
Millie just said it. Every time she came here, he wasn’t around, but today, of all days when she had to come take up her chores, he just magically happened to still be in his room. Avery cursed her luck once again.
The door clicked softly behind her, and she took a steadying breath and stepped fully into the room. She looked up at him only to find him still staring at her. She looked away, "Good morning, Alpha," she said monotonously, moving to get started on her work.
"What are you doing here?" Cain asked.
Avery froze. Her back stiffened, but she forced herself to meet his gaze, keeping her expression neutral. "I’m here to clean."
Seeing as he didn’t have anything else to say, Avery moved toward the bed, carefully setting down the supplies, trying to ignore his presence in the room. She hoped he would get busy and leave, although she had now come to realize that the goodness was keen on doing the exact opposite of whatever it is that she wants.
Cain didn’t move. His silence was unnerving, and his gaze heavier. Avery felt his eyes on her back, following her every move as she busied herself with her tasks. She wiped down the bedside table calmly.
She could practically feel his stare boring holes into her. Her hands trembled slightly, but she clenched them into fists to steady herself before reaching for the cloth again.