BLOODHOUND #1: The Abdicated Prince
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ng my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morn
e door like a mad woman, rea
in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns
ani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy co
my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidat
s stating the obvious and tha
to mention, I don't want to ask how he knows that I'm in Seattle and how the hec
t I swore I didn't want to see him again. Back then, I wanted to as
ould never cross paths again, I did think he would live somewhere in America, but Se
o my bedroom and wait for him to go. I gave him one last look before getti
g at it, and I could feel he was judging it. His hazel eyes
id loud enough for him to hear, but hi
clenched my jaw upon hearing my grandfather's na
to you, he walked toward the painting, completely fasc
ide you, looking at t
ing?" I asked in
ery, and I never thought you would paint an abstr
, it was just an abstract painting filled with black, grey,
lled with anger? Am I too obvious now? Is my
ssing his arms in front of his che
nd and tried to push him, but he stood there like a sta
ly
place when he called me by
t o
his body to me. I almost fell since he turned around so suddenly. "Well, I'm doing fi
like it's suddenly his busine
ck with the same questioning tone,
d he took a step when the door busted ope
t Clyde, who looked at her confused. Daisy closed the door slowly and walked towards me. She held my han
le's most eligible bachelor. How did you rail him
g me a nod. "I'll see you around, Butterfly. It's good to see you again." He said
or else I'll get a restraining order on you." Daisy gripped my hand so tigh
ome to Seattle, Luna. I'll be checking on you once in a while since you'll m
insane?!" Daisy