THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE
But, a whole collection of a slave would be in fact more than abnormal.
"Nyx, I'm serious." She whined.
"No, you're not." I argued, shaking my head.
"But, I am." She said, her tone firm and serious.
"Really?" I teased, raising my brows.
"Seriously, only your paintings are in the drawers and table of his usual desk." She spilled, making my heart take a flip.
"I want to try reading this short story." Aurora said, showing me a little story book as she sat beside me.
With nothing left to do, out of curiosity to see more of what Atlas has created I flipped through the pages of his journal, my excitement was short lived as I stumbled upon a shocking revelation.
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