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Chapter 72: Just Passing By

“Ready to go?” Warren asked me, poking his head into the bathroom.

I tightened the drawstrings of my hoodie, pulling it snug around my head.

“I’m ready. Don’t you clean up nice?” I asked, turning to smirk at him.

Warren held his arms out and turned from side to side. “I suppose I don’t look so bad.”

“She doesn’t stand a chance,” I teased, sticking my tongue out.

It was the night of Warren’s date with the fake Ciana, but I didn’t want to sit around the house waiting for him to get back. I needed to see and hear what was going on first hand since I missed part of it last time.

While he spiffed up his hair and put on a nice outfit, I ruffled my hair into a mess and applied some disguise makeup.

I didn’t want anyone to be able to recognize me, so I used some makeup to make my eyebrows look thicker and added a little “shadow” to my chin that would look like facial hair in the darkness.

I covered my head in a hoodie and wore baggy pants.

Hopefully, I wouldn’t be seen at all, but this way, I was covered just in case.

“You better get going if you’re going to find a hiding place before she shows up,” Warren suggested, shaking his head at me.

I left my parents’ place and went to the packhouse backyard ahead of Warren. This garden was much bigger than the one at home, which made it even easier for me to hide.

It didn’t take long for Warren and fake Ciana to show up. She had her arm looped through his and they were walking together looking very friendly.

If Sophia could see them, she’d be so pissed!

I shook my head and focused on listening to what they were saying. I had to strain my ears a little because of how far away they were.

“I know I was at the castle for your brother, but I never felt like I had a connection to him. I wish it had been you I’d been sent to the castle for,” fake Ciana said, her cheeks turning red in the strong lights that lit up the garden.

“I won’t deny wishing that, too,” Warren admitted in a friendly, gentle tone.

He was so good at being the “good guy.” What else did I expect? When I’d met him when we were younger, he’d done a huge favor for me, getting that Sun Blossom. I always thought it made me special but maybe Warren was just like that with everyone.

“You’re so nice to me. Why are you so nice to me?” she asked, resting her head on Warren’s shoulder for a moment as they walked through the garden path.

They got to a stone bench and I ducked around the tree to get a closer look at them as they sat down together.

Warren put his arm around her and she leaned against him. Her eyes were lit up and she kept smiling. I wondered who she really was. What kind of girl would pretend to be someone else? What was her real name? Did she even know who I was?

she want to hurt

something special, ever since you reminded me of our past,” Warren explained

be me. That was smart. If he made it seem

confess something

be concerned?” He arched

lifted her eyes to his. “I’m

going to blow his cover. His brow creased and I could see how tense he

did. Being back in the pack has been…

I rolled my eyes.

you wanted to come back home,” Warren

testing her

did,” fake Ciana said quickly, raising her head. “I thought it was what I needed. But there has been so much pressure on me

mean Beta

me and like he wants to hurt me. Other times, he makes me uncomfortable with his

does sound rough,” Warren

to her chest. “Do you think you could help me escape from

rancid scent of alcohol and the one person I didn’t want to see

you doing ou’herr?” Hawke slurred as he

him but he dropped down on the

lower and deeper. I hoped I sounded like a boy to him, but as

asked, his

insisted in

air, then he leaned

my throat like bile. If I made a scene, it would just draw attention to us and that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to make

guy,” Hawke said, chuckling and covering his mouth like he was embarrassed. “Oh

I snarled in a harsh

closer to me, his arms in casts from

heard me. Mmm, that sweet bitch scent makes me so horny. I could take you right here, right now,”

much as I could without exposing myself

think a guy smells like a woman,”

and then he wrinkled his nose. “Your voice… you sound f-f-familer.” His voice was still

him and he’d

as Prince Warren’s squire,”

no,” Hawke insisted. “Not a squire, a ripe, sweet cherry that is ready

His hot breath bathed my face, smelling sickly sweet

and I felt nauseated. I looped an arm around myself and tried to push

pressing his nose to my arm and inhaling deeply, sniffing