Chapter 57 He's Your Mate
- I bit my lips in panic, uneasiness spreading through me.
- The incident with Oswald made me unhappy, but upon seeing Wyatt's text, pronounced weakness circulated throughout my entire system.
- I bit my lower lip, fidgeting. I lowered my head, causing my hair to fall on my face. I quickly tucked the stray silver strands that fell on my face behind my ears.