The Phantom Queen
The ginger vampire never held himself back, sauntering at me in anger but Gwen was the one who stepped between us this time.
"Stop, Cayde! You know that she's right. We don't even know what the fùck we're doing," she cried out before placing her attention on me. "We're just teenagers, obviously. And we don't have any idea about this war. But to answer your question, we're close to Sage since we'd met four years ago because of you."
I squinted my eyes in confusion. "Because of me?"
"You stop, Gwen! Don't give her too much information. We don't even know if she's telling the truth. How can you tell that she's mated with Sage, huh?" Cayde grumbled, clenching his jaw in frustration.