“You see what I mean? I am sorry, but you provoked me.”
Placing a hand on his bleeding cheek, Ryanne sighed heavily.
Hesitating, as he pulled his hand from his bleeding cheek, he muttered, his voice gruff.
“I am sorry for carelessly grabbing onto you, Princess, but I only wanted you to rethink your decision. And I do know the Unidentified Forest. Regretfully, I know it like the back of my hand.”
Dumbfounded by his declaration, Angelique’s heart pivoted in her chest. Pondering in her head, she frowned.
‘No wonder he knew where to find this place.’
“Why are you telling me this, your royal highness?”
Indifferent, for she had no other way to interact with the man, rather the Lycan King in front of her, Angelique raised her eyebrow.
A pinprick of pain figuratively sliced through Ryanne’s heart.
They were back to square one.