34| Bloodthirsty.

As Lauren walks away, Harry comes into view.

Really? The day can't get any worse than this.

He's wearing black, as always, but he's not dressed formally like he always is. He's wearing a blank tank top with black joggers.

I see he's also here for training. His muscles are being flexed as he walks, and his aura is clouding the air. As he passes by people, they bow to him until he gets to Sandra and me.

Sandra is respectful of him, so she does the needful. I don't do sh*t. He waits for me to acknowledge him, but instead, I drop down on the bed and fold my arms, pretending to be severely interested in what the youngsters are doing.

It takes him a while to realize that I'm playing the ignoring game. But when he does, he clears his throat and dismisses Sandra.

Once she's gone, he takes her space on the bench next to me, and I resist the urge to stand up just then and walk back to my room.

"How are you?" I hear him asking.

"I was fine before you kidnapped me and blackmailed me to stay in yo