Elena “How can you hate fresh air when you’re sweating this much, Elena!” Edgar yelled, his brow furrowed in anger, obviously directed at my adamance. And probably to the scent oozing out of my damp armpits as well.“Oh yeah, I am,” I squirmed nervously, a pale smile at the end of my lips.Truly, I am sweating.…So much that I fear the stench of my bloody fragrance mixed with the forest medicinal herbs - used on my wounds, spreading across the room. I bet it’d stink. I shrank in fear, my eyeballs rolling up to steal a quick glance at Edgar’s disdained expression, glaring down at the small figure before him. I jerked back when his scrupulous green eyes met mine. Has the stench already filled his nostrils? Well, I shouldn’t have expected less. He’s also a werewolf after all. A WarLord at that!Oh no! This is the worst of the scenarios that I’d imagined would tear Edgar and me apart. I pouted sadly, staring down at my feet while I fondled my sweaty fingers with the sad thought of b
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