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.

in return. “Who said anything about me wanting you to

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

and tried to defend himself,

at all trying to be subtle about it either. “He sure

blood that left Harry’s face rushed back and painted his embarrassed face with a tinge of scarlet. He averted his gaze towards somewhere else, neither landing on Joanna’s eyes nor mine.

a glance at each other and laughed at Harry’s

dampen my eyes as a ghost of a

to Harry in a low

many other choices. Your goal is to leave the capital city, so that

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

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

the last 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

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