CHAPTER SIX - THE BRAWL

PIXIE

Continuation

I was entranced by him, his scent, the muscles in his back, golden hair. My feet carried me towards Dwight, it was an awkward moment for me and even if I had not seen him for five years I still felt like I knew him very well.

But when he turned his eyes for not hold the same warm and loving gaze they did when he held me close in that dim corridor. He did not smile back like how he did in the arena, his face held no blush and he wrinkled his nose in a way that suggested disgust.

I stopped, looking at the man before me and wondering if it was even the same person but there was no mistaking it, this indeed was Dwight.

The flare I had in my chest quickly turned into a dark cloud and for some reason the way he stared at me; like he was looking at an adversary.

The he spoke, said the words that seemed to cut me like a blade across the chest.

“Five years and you still haven’t found your mate!” His voice still resonated in my head even if I was now beside Amber again.

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