The moment the door closed behind Gaviria, the chaos began once again in the restoration room, and from the looks of it all, it would take a while for the six wildlings to calm down.
There was a bunch that looked angry as fuck while the other was in their own world, thinking of and probably dreaming of the man who they couldn't have, but the girls had a right to gush over him, right?
Maybe, just maybe, but none of that is okay with the enforcer, the mad king, and even the phoenix who hadn't found the courage to fix shit with his mate.
What if she went to Gaviria?
Fuck no.
Carl finally released the breath he was hosing, but even that couldn't stop his mouth from being actually honest with them.
"he's got a pretty backside y'all" Carl gushed, rushing toward the eyehole to see whether Gaviria was still walking or he had magically disappeared.
