Chapter 29. Dylan and Xerina

Xerina’s POV

Another week passed just like that. No lead leading anywhere. Even though I persuaded Aura to mention something of sorts related to whatever he knew, all I met was his pissed-off face and strange sensations.

To make it worse, I didn’t dare to ask anything from my father. Though he loved me dearly and I was his little princess, I hated that he was so overprotective of me. Well, every male in my house was. If I even whispered about the Mark of Slavery, I knew he would just summon me back and lock me in the pack house to protect me. And Mama wouldn’t be able to save me.

That only left my option of Aura, who was damn reluctant and adamant about not spewing a word. Sometimes, with him, it looked like he wanted to share something, to tell me about something, but then he would fight with himself. I could see it on his face, the pained expressions, the clench of his fists, the shutting of his eyes. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Just like tha