Chapter 120
Betrayed by Blood~
Cain stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him gently, not wanting to wake her up.
His jaw was tight, his mind a storm he couldn’t silence. He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply as he made his way down the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick, suffocating.
Avery.
His wolf stirred restlessly, still lingering in the warmth of her presence. Still craving. Cain gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus, to push forward, to pretend his hands didn’t still burn from where he had touched her.
By the time he reached his office, he was composed—at least, that’s what he told himself.
Lydia was there, flipping through a stack of reports on his desk. She didn’t look up at first, too focused on her work, but the moment she sensed him, her head snapped up. Her eyes widened slightly.
"You’re here?" she asked, surprised. Then, after a pause, she added, "I heard what happened today in the courtyard."
Cain’s gaze flicked to her, sharp and unreadable. "I don’t want to talk about it," he said flatly, moving past her.
Lydia arched a brow. "Didn’t think you would."
He ignored her. Crossing the room, he opened a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Without hesitation, he poured himself a drink. The glass clinked against the desk as he set it down, his movements stiff. His fingers itched for something else—something to distract him. After a brief hesitation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.