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Ashlyn Pov.

"Would you walk or would you rather have me carry you to the dinner hall, romantically?" I whispered into her ears as she began to walk, rhyming with my pace of walking.

There was an intense feeling of discomfort among us, especially after what happened between us the other night and how I woke up in the middle of the night and then left like nothing happened between us.

I know she might have a lot of questions,but she dares not ask them, and she is more frightened by my appearance. I guess it was all her fault; she let out the beast in me, and she would have to deal with it also.

If she hadn't gone out earlier with Martins, things wouldn't have gone this far between us, and I would have treated her more differently.

The look on her face after I made it clear that she was now my possession was so intense, and one could tell she was filled with pain, but she managed to subside it. It was her own fucking business, and she would have to prepare for more hurtful words for rele