Chapter 23

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.

“Layla, stop what you’re doing.” His voice was calm and calculated but with a hint of agitation. Zev was in deep thought about the possible purpose why the blood tribe wanted his person when the said lady disrupted him. “I’ll throw you outside if you won’t stop,” he murmured when Layla reached out for his hair and pulled them softly. ‘It turns out she’s now recovered. Hah, she might think she’s desperate and