Chapter 42. Pure blood

"Oswald, do you think the boarding decision is right for Maia?" Asher's accusing voice drifted into my ear, jolting me up from my sleep. He was talking in a whisper as if he didn't want to wake me up.

I tried to feel my surroundings, and due to the smell that drifted into my nose and the soft bed, I only had one thought: Wyatt's Mansion. They brought me back.

But upon recalling the question Asher had just posed, I tried to stay quiet. So the rules were really made up because of me, and I wasn't being paranoid?

Great, he wanted to separate Wyatt and my closeness.

"Strange things kept piling up about my mate," he muttered possessively, and that left me amazed for a few minutes. So he's still ascertaining dominance right now? I had the idea that he must be directing it to Wyatt.

"I don't know what to make of this. Different rumors are flying; it's too late to change things." Oswald explained,