Chapter 232: Conflict Between the Wolves and Fey
Cullen was fast. Like... So fast that he took the lead, skillfully rushing past the representatives who were still struggling to reach the starting line to hand over their bags to their teammates.
His speed almost seemed like a... Nah.
Before Kylo’s mind could point him to an unnerving possibility, Cullen slowed down, and soon enough some other people ran past him. It seemed his speed just now had just been a short burst.
"Hmph. It seems the twink is more impressive than I thought." Osmond muttered at the side as he stared intently at Cullen.
All the enlisted soldiers were wearing uniforms consisting of a camouflage T-shirt and khaki pants, matching with a pair of boots.
Cullen’s uniform hugged his body tightly, showcasing his lean muscle build. At that moment, Kylo’s mind went to last night and a blush crept up his face.
No! There was nothing between the two of them. It had just been a one-night fling. Yes, that’s right...
"You feeling okay, Kylo?" Suddenly, Osmond asked, arching an eyebrow toward him. "Your face is redder than a tomato right now. Are you... Blushing?"
Kylo’s heart leaped into his throat as he struggled to find his voice. "W– what? No, of course not. I’m just... I’m just feeling a little nauseous."
He looked away, trying to hide his face from Osmond and Celest.
Argh, fuck this shit!