Page 54 of Claimed By the King's Gamma

“Uh ah, can’t let you do that?”Liam tells me, and I grit my teeth as he walks me toward the guards’ quarters.

I peer up over my shoulder at him as he keeps forcing me in the opposite direction.“Then can you ask Damian if I can stay with Ivy?”I ask him, and he sighs, steering me down the next corridor.

“Gannon is with her.She will be fine,” he says, and I stop.

“Abbie?”he says, and I shake my head, but he rolls his eyes, grips my wrist, and drags me along with him.I try to pull out of his grip, only for it to tighten.

“Abbie, if you go barging in there, you will only make things worse.Leave it be and trust that Gannon will look after her,” Liam scolds me as if I am some disobedient child.Truth be told, I don’t mind him.He seems okay, a little eccentric, but I know he cares deeply for Gannon and, unfortunately, the king, who currently is on my hate list.

“What if she gets cold down there?”I wonder aloud.

“Gannon sent guards to get firewood.Dustin will take her blankets.For now, you need to go to bed,” he says, stopping at my door.He opens it and motions for me to go inside.“In ya go, don’t make me tuck you in,” he warns me.Tears prick my eyes as I step toward my door.

“And don’t think of trying to sneak out.Gannon asked me to watch you.I will be right outside this door, Abbie.Trust me, you won’t get far,” he tells me, and I glare at him.

“But by all means try; I love me a game of cat and mouse, and I could use the entertainment,” he chuckles, shutting the door, and I sigh, moving toward my bed.

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