CHAPTER 12 Take Me Home

Kassandra's POV

The bedroom door burst open, exploding into shards of broken wood.

Clayden stood on the threshold, rigid, staring at Jarred and me.

I notice that his muscles are tensing with the desire to shift.

"What the hell are you doing here, Helius?!"

Jarred jumps out from the couch with his arms raised. The man has still managed to bite his apple in between his lips while shaking his head.

Jarred leaps from the couch, putting up his arms. The man has still managed to bite his apple in between his lips while shaking his head.

"I did nothing," he says.

I also crease my forehead as I get off the couch. I turn to face Clayden, who is now coming toward us.

As I saw Monica standing behind him, I couldn't help but snort.

So this is what she meant about Jarred digging his own grave?

Wow. Indescribable woman, I see.

Guess she's like that one pupil in school who's a teacher's pet.

Jarred moves away from me when I am about to stand next to him.

My forehead creased.