Price Of Pryce
Choke me, I mean.
“Oh, Blairie, Prycie! You are safe! Oh, gosh! Thank goodness!” She rejoiced with a broken voice and held me tighter.
“Yeah, we’re fine. I’m glad you are okay now.” I replied and hugged her, too, and I saw Alison embrace my mate, thanking her that she was alright. Everyone’s okay, except for the ones who died and committed suicide.
I looked around the dead bodies of Damien, Magenta, Asteria, and a couple of werewolves, and I knew I had a part to play. I should burn them to ashes.
Bab Populer