Chapter 390. Duties

Apphia’s POV

“I don’t need either of that from you,” I retort. She arches her perfect eyebrow, surprised for a moment. I give her a cool, chilling smile, “If you excuse me, I have better things to do,”

About to turn on my heel and walk away, the brunette grabs my elbow. I growl at her and snatch my arm from her grasp. My wolf surfaces, ready to put this woman in her place, but I tame her. My eyes are flashing, and the woman suddenly looks pale.

“Don’t put your hands on me,” I snarl. Miss perfect hourglass figure regains her composure, swallows, and steps back.

“Well, I came here to give you some free advice...” Her eyes momentarily get stuck on the scar, and I start to feel self-conscious.

’Don’t even,’ Ziora warns. I nod silently to Ziora. No, my insecurities wouldn’t rear their heads now. I’m beautiful, Nicholas says so.

I smile sarcastically at her, “Do let me know when you are done staring at my face. I wouldn’t want to walk away before