As Olivera and Leonard strolled down the bustling street towards Nick's place-for that was the place they had decided to go-they couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances, hushed conversations, and stifled snickers that followed them.
It was clear to Olivera that the news of Raul trashing her had spread like wildfire. Azeera, with her penchant for gossip, must have had a hand in it.
She wouldn't be surprised if the mistress had tasked the servants in the place to make sure this information spread to the farest part of the pack's environment. She wouldn't be surprised either if Jeremy had heard about the news.
The judgmental stares from the people on the street were a bitter reminder of the cruelty that gossip could carry.
