LANA
I thought it was Cedric, so I fixed myself up as quickly as I could, but it turned out I had been visited by Rickie.
His sword was unsheathed and held in a striking grip, as though he had come to have my throat slit with the edge of his shiny sword, whose edge looked as sharp as the blades of the Japanese Samurai I had read of in books and watched in movies back then in the human world.
He paused when his sight met me, sitting on the bed, clad in the red gown I was offered the other time by the omega who was assigned to me.
That silly omega; I knew she was the one who took her wolf form and wanted to attack me in the hall after I got her whooped with bad words and called her monster thing, but she fled even as a wolf when she heard me mention the name of Cedric.
Who on earth would dare tamper with what Cedric had made his meal?
"Who were you speaking with, human?"
