#Chapter62
ANIYAH POV
Have you ever been so fucking pissed off at some information that you've just received that you wasn't sure who to punch in the face first? The person who did it or the knowing messenger?
/"He wants to reject her?/" I asked through greeted teeth.
I didn't want to yell and catch the attention of any wandering ears.
/"Yes./"
/"Why?/" I questioned.
/"I- Im not sure./"
/"When did he realize this?/"
/"I dont know. He said he picked up her scent and when he saw her, he knew it was her. He knew he couldn't be with her./"
/"Okay./"
/"Okay?/"
/"Yeah. Im going to kill him./" I turned to storm out of the office but was tugged back.
/"You can not make a scene Niyah. This is HIS choice./" He demanded.
/"Fine./" I groaned. /"But I want to speak to him. Privately. And I promise, I will not kill him./"
/"Aniyah?/"
/"Okay okay. I wont nag it./"
/"Good./" He smiled.
