Page 39 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“But Abbie—” I protest.

“I said room, now go. I have to leave, anyway.”

“Dustin and Trey?—”

“I said no! Now get out!” he screams at me, and I shake my head, turning on my heel and rushing out. Damian stands by the door and jumps when I come rushing out.

“I told you he was in a bad mood,” Damian says, and I growl at him before stalking off down the corridor toward my room. Just as I reach the doors leading toward the stairs, they burst open, and Dustin crashes through them, looking frantic. The look of relief on his face when he spots me is evident as he clutches his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“You said you wouldn’t leave!” he says, coming over to me and gripping my arms.

“Sorry, I had Damian with me. I didn’t want to wake you,” I tell him, taking the arm that he offers me when Damian calls after him.

“Dustin, a word.”

I chew my lip, hoping I didn’t get him into trouble. Dustin sighs loudly but stops, heading back down the hall when Clarice comes up with the king’s lunch. She stops, peering at Damian and Dustin, who are talking.

“Azalea, how are you feeling?” she asks, cupping my face with her hand. Before I can answer, I hear Dustin growl before yelling at Damian.

“Fucking bullshit!”

“It’s an order. You need sleep,” Damian snaps back at him.

“I will lock the door and sleep on the couch.”

“Trey is her other assigned guard. The king trusts him, and so do I,” Damian says.

“Get anyone else; I am telling you something is off with him!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, if this is over the assignment last year, are you still pissed about that? He proved he had nothing to do with sabotaging you.”

“No, it’s about her safety. I couldn’t give a fuck about that. But…” Dustin argues back.

“What happened?” Clarice whispers to me, and I turn my attention back to her.

“I’m not sure. Dustin keeps taking Trey’s shifts, Dustin said he doesn’t trust him,” I tell her when I hear a growl.

Dustin curses under his breath, stomping back over to me. “Come on,” he says, looking furious. My brows pinch as he grips my elbow, leading me away from Clarice, who glances at us confused.

“Are you alright?” I ask him.

“Damian pulled me from shift for the next eight hours.”

“It’s fine. You need sleep,” I tell him as he pulls me up the stairs.

We make it back to the room in record time, with his long strides as he tugs me after him. “Slow down!” I tell him, stumbling on the top step. His hand gripping my arm is the only thing stopping me from falling.

“Sorry,” he says, leading me to the room. He pushes the door open.

“Just sleep; I will be fine.”

“Damian ordered me back to my room to ensure I sleep. Just be careful around him. I am setting the alarm and will speak to some other guards to keep an extra eye up here.” Dustin almost looks frantic. “Don’t trust him, Azalea. Just stay in your room the moment I can come back; I will be here, just…” he curses, shaking his head. “Make sure you keep the door locked. Promise me you won’t let him in here!” Dustin says, gripping my arms.

“Okay, I promise, I won’t let him in the room with me.” Not that I would; I barely know Trey. So I doubt he would try to come in here, anyway.

“It’s fine. I will see if Clarice will stay with you while the king is gone; Gannon can’t be too much longer, surely. I’ll mindlink and ask Liam,” Dustin mutters, rubbing his chin.

“I’ll be fine,” I tell him.

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