Chapter 212 Shadows on the Screen
Kirby’s POV
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When I saw Carris climb out of that damned Wrangler, the ze of jealousy inside me finally dulled, tamed for the moment.
“Well done,” Lance growled in my mind, his voice low, thick with satisfaction. “Now drive that little pup away. Our mate can only ever belong to us.”
My gaze locked on Carris, heavy with the unshakable weight of an Alpha from the main line.
“Public… or private?”
His lips tightened. What choice did he have? “P… public.”
I pulled out my phone, voice t.
“Then I’ll call your father.”
Carris paled instantly, panicked. “No–Kirby! Private, private!”
I slid my phone away, tossed him the keys to my own car.
“Go fix it. Now.”
“Now?” He clutched the keys, torn. “But Leslie’s still in the car… we were going to catch a movie…”
My expression darkened, cold as steel. “Are you still standing here?”
He didn’t dare dy any longer. He only managed to throw Leslie an apologetic look before slinking off with my car.
Watching him leave filled me with a twisted, sick satisfaction.
1 smoothed down my jacket, then strode to the Wrangler and opened the driver’s side door.
Leslie’s voice was frosty.
“Alpha, I think you’ve gotten into the wrong car.”
I hid the storm in my chest, wearing instead a mask of calm. My brows softened, and my came out deep and steady, warm enough to soothe.
voice
“No mistake. He insisted on fixing my car, so he asked me to drive you. Weren’t you going to
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see a movie?<b>” </b>
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I started the engine, steering casually toward thergest cinema in the city.
After all these years, we had never once gone to a movie together.
Not as lovers. Not as husband and wife.
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The thought wound tight around my chest like a silken thread, leaving me breathless, aching.
Leslie’s POV
I sat in the passenger seat, silent.
The air inside the car was frigid, thick with awkwardness.
Kirby tried a few times to speak, but each attempt was met with my silence, cutting his words off before they formed.
“A predator, smug in his own delusions,” Asphodel sneered in my mind. “He thinks such pitiful tricks could ever win us back?<b>” </b>
The car rolled to a stop before an opulent private theater.
Kirby had rented out the entire screening hall.
And the film he had chosen was a newly released blood–soaked horror story set on a savage, alien.
The worst choice imaginable.
Inside, the vast theater was empty but for us.
The enormous screen red to life–grotesque creatures lunged forward with shrill screams.
I watched, expression nk.
But then came the scene: the heroine, abandoned by herpanions, running alone through a forest crawling with monsters, her breath ragged with terror.
The sound of pursuit. The shadows pressing in.
My heart spasmed violently.
Half–orcs… Sea Demons…
The ind. Its terror and despair surged back like a ck tide, drowning me whole.
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My breath hitched.
My heartbeat careened out of control.
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My body began to tremble against my
will.
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“It isn’t real, Leslie,” Asphodel barked, frantic. “They’re nothing but shadows on a screen. We are safe now!”
I knew that.
But my body refused to listen.
“Bang!”
On screen, a monster lunged from the dark, tearing a character in two.
Blood drenched the entire screen.
“Ah…”
The cry tore from my throat, raw and muffled, before I could stop it.
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