Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 872 Homeless

Sylvia’s POV:

The look on Harry’s countenance spawned what might have been a chortle from my throat. How amusing! It seemed as though blood was drained from his face, leaving only a soft trail of paleness.

“I assure you, Harry. Your eyes aren’t deceiving you; I’m real.”

My voice seemed to pull his senses back on ground. With haste and reluctance struggling whichever would surface, he rushed to me and eyed me carefully. He exclaimed, “Sylvia! I can’t believe you’re alive! But—well, this is good news!”

“Why do I hear a hint of disappointment from your tone that I didn’t d*ie?” I narrowed my eyes at him as I teased to lighten up the atmosphere.

as Harry rolled his eyes in return. “Who said anything about me wanting you to d*ie? If any, it was you who scared

would have thought that his eyes were

his eyes from my view and tried to defend himself, “Who cried? My eyes are like this because I slept

broke out of Joanna’s lips as she snitched on Harry. She was not at all trying to be subtle about it either. “He sure took his time in prison crying his heart out. I couldn’t even do anything to make him stop.” She shrugged her shoulders.” Well, I

and painted his embarrassed face with a tinge of scarlet. He averted his gaze towards somewhere else, neither landing on Joanna’s eyes

glance at each other and laughed at Harry’s

ambiance enveloping us reminded me of the good old days in school. Tears began to dampen my eyes as a ghost of a smile f0rcefully lifted my lips. We couldn’t go back to that time

uttered my apology to Harry in a low

From the looks of it, it seems something’s bothering you. You and the queen must have orchestrated the events that unfolded. If my guess is right, it has something to do with Prince Rufus in a coma. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have chosen to ruin your life if you’re left with many other choices. Your goal is to leave the capital city, so that everyone would condemn you, which makes it easier for them to forget you. Did I get it right?” Harry surprised me by his impressive deduction. He got most of the reasons right. In all honesty, I never intended to tell Harry—much less to let him know about the truth. I just wanted to leave and exit from their lives with them thinking that it was all my fault as their last memory of me. But when I saw how Harry and Joanna believed me and defended me without

a hard time, just tell us and we can figure it out together,”

guilt before I decided that they had to know everything, including the black thorns. I told

the moment the last word escaped my lips. None of us knew what to say, as if we