The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis
I frowned, turning to look at Arya who was crouched on the floor, dazed.
"He vanished?" I murmured, and Mason nodded.
"Wait...your left eye is back to its original golden colour." He pointed out, and I crouched in front of my mate.
"I can see through that eye. But the other is still dead, though." I told him.
I reached out to cup Arya's face, gently brushing her hair away from her face.
"The both of you can leave," I said to Mason and Tyrone. They retreated immediately.
"Arya? Are you alright?" I asked, and she looked up at me, her eyes darkening. I blinked, surprised. I was so certain that we'd both opened up to each other. What exactly changed?
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