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“Can you please let go of me?” Layla asked, trying to push Zayne away the moment he shut the door of Brenton’s office behind them.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Can you walk on your own?” He asked, not bulging or freeing his hold on her.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She nodded, pushing him harder.

There was no need for him to act concerned about her anymore, whether the mate bond was involved or not. Though she was still quite tired from using her powers, she was fine. And it wasn’t like the few millilitres of blood taking out of her was going to weaken her in anyway.

Zayne slowly drew himself away from her, watching her like he expected her to fall the next second, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. She straightened herself and looked him straight in the eyes, showing him she wasn’t weak.

“Can we please go to the library?” She asked as they walked.

“I have classes, and aren’t you tired?” He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I promise I won’t take time—just ten minutes max. I wan