Fated To The Cursed Lycan King
his voice cracked, "I have nothing to give you in return, but may the goddess bless you. May she grant you strength, a long life, and—"
"Enough," Justin cut him off.
People reached for their phones, racing to take pictures or record. Justin’s eyes darkened.
"If I find out that anyone leaks this, I will track you down and ruin you."
Everyone lowered their phones immediately, and Justin walked back to his booth.
I hadn’t meant to stare. I sat there, watching him, absorbing every word and action. And somehow, along the way, admiration had crept into my gaze without me realizing it.
Justin was a spoiled brat. Arrogant. Dismissive. Infuriatingly detached.