18

KATHERINE

I had like to silently scream when I opened my closet and the Hybrid King's jacket was nowhere to be found. I wanted to bawl and yank at my hair but not before him. I have to compose myself, in any way I can.

“Where is it?” His body was almost literally pressed on my back as he growled.

I swiftly turned around and gulped.

“I can remember putting the jacket inside my closet that night but now I can't find it. I must have misplaced it.” I was speaking but my voice was barely audible.

He moved closer, his eyes like a laser, shooting through my forehead. If a glare could kill, I would have been dead by now.

“Who did you tell before touching my property? Answer me, point out who you told before you fucking touched what belonged to me!” He sneered before my face leaving me to silently observe.

“I didn't ask you because you fell asleep instantly and I couldn't go back to my room naked or in a tore lingerie.”

With him barely laughing at my words, my mind couldn't be at ease.