Page 143 of Bliss & Her Idols

I open my eyes, shocked.

Lionzio rarely speaks about his past. I know that it’s agony for him to remember what happened to him.

“Lion,” I whisper, heartbroken. “I’m sorry.”

“Just keep yourself safe. I was forcibly adopted into my first pack, and they used and then threw me away like trash. Your Wolf pack has virtually adopted me now, and with you, I feeluseful and loved. I want my bestie to come home and see Pip’s routine of your dance, while we have an ice-cream and movie night together. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I’ve never had a healthy one before. You have no idea what it means to me.”

My throat is tight with tears. “You won’t lose me and you’ll never lose my friendship. Find out about Easter and text me the details. I promise, you’re an honorary Wolf. It won’t matter if I become an Idol, you’ll still be my best friend. Don’t stay up late tonight. I know you and overworking, when someone’s asked you for help. You can look into this tomorrow.”

“Night, Bliss.”

I smile. “Night, Lion.”

I slip the phone back into my pocket with a sigh.

If family can be the most dangerous because they can get the closest, then doesn’t it work both ways?

Doesn’t it mean that Torin is the most dangerous tohissiblings?

I glance around, as my heartbeat kicks up.

Where’s Torin? Why isn’t he back yet?

I peer around, wary of the security guards.

Then I pace from one side of the corridor to the other. My toes curl on the hard wood.

I walk faster and faster. My pulse speeds up.

I reach the corner, turning back to look down the long, empty corridor.

Has Torin found Jin yet?

Unexpectedly, I hear light, running footfalls behind me.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

Before I can twist around, someone grabs my shoulder.

Reacting on instinct with my self-defense training, I throw my elbow up into the person’s throat.

I’m not tall enough to hit their nose like Chase would.

I hear them cry out, then I spin around and grab them by the arm, slamming them into the wall.

Breathing hard, I find myself facing Jin.

Jin’s eyes are wild. Despite holding his throat, however, he’s shaking with excited laughter.

Finally, under the adrenaline, I can smell his warm and seductive orange and cinnamon scent.

Instantly, my pussy becomes wet with slick, sliding down my thigh.

I flush.

I shouldn’t have chosen this evening to go commando.

Jin is dressed in a designer blue suit. His hair must have been carefully pulled back by dragon clips at the start of the evening, but now, after his mad dash through the lodge, it is escaping around his face.

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