Chapter 85

“Back for more?” She drawled, in a sultry tone, and Cedric had to reel himself back when he jumped out of bed, grabbing their clothes off the floor.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked as he began to hastily dress her, her eyes searching for his.

Cedric doesn’t reply as he moves to put on his own clothes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He couldn’t. A lot of things were running through his mind, his panicked thoughts mixing with fear.

The witch was right. Marisol was far from ready to face any enemy and if the force coming was as formidable as he’d sensed then there was no way he was thrusting her into that unprepared.

With both of them dressed, he hurriedly pulled her out of bed and, with quick steps, they moved into the depths of the hidden castle, Marisol’s questions carried away by the wind.

“Wait.” She tried again, “Listen…”

He couldn’t afford to listen. His wolf, who’d never felt an ounce of fear, was trembling and it was all because it feared