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.

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“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.

“Who said anything about me wanting you to d*ie? If any, it was you who

his eyes were. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that his eyes were stung

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

subtle about it either. “He sure took his time in prison crying his heart out. I couldn’t even do anything to

embarrassed face with a tinge of scarlet. He averted his gaze towards somewhere else, neither landing on Joanna’s eyes nor mine. He was

at each other and laughed at

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 anymore.

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dropped his innocuous caper. He tried to decipher my thoughts through the expressions that swayed across my face before cautiously asking, “Sylvia, is something the matter? Are you hiding something from us? 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

point, Sylvia. If you’re having a hard time, just tell us

them both, hesitation replaced my guilt before I decided that they had to know everything, including the black thorns. I

word escaped my lips. None of us knew what to say, as if we were feeling each other out. Both Harry and Joanna had their eyebrows furrowed, looking lost in their trains

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