On the door is a inconspicuous emblem of a sun being protected by two crossed swords–the symbol of the Farren imperial family.
a large amount of his pheromones, so strong that alphas and omegas outside or near the windows were panicking.
"I wasn't planning on bringing you down... believe me. I just... Just really need the money. My mother is sick remember?"
Aster's brows further furrowed, his already bad expression turned horrendous, "Stop."
He already knew what she will say, after all, the same words were spoken '3 years ago'. The only difference was, Liliana of this time was scared but back then, she looked at him with apathy.
"I'm letting you go for old times' sake. I don't care whether you will continue to see Vern or stay quiet, however, you should know never to cross paths with me again. Once you do," Aster leaned closer, his eyes staring at hers, "I'll make you a cicada in winter."
