July 1, 2022
Layla's POV
I don't know whether I was mad because Hunter literally feel that way towards Pristine when he was under her influence. Base on what I just felt towards him, it felt so intense that it was almost maddening. I didn't even want it to end until I could have pieces of him.
"Are you mad?" He asked.
I sighed before I turned to his direction.
"Did you feel that way on her?" I asked and I notice the edge of my voice.
"Under influence, yeah." He easily admitted it himself. That actually pissed me off.
"Then how did you manage to get out from the influence?" I asked.
"You called me. I heard you."
"I've called you but you stayed unresponsive."
"In my Aryan name, Layla." He supplied.
I blinked at him. "Hakyi?"
He nodded to that. "Did you forget that the elf told you to call me in my real name before? When I was cursed with the berserker's blood?"
