<h4>Chapter 483: 483-Clingy Souls</h4>


    <strong>Haiden:</strong>


    I had only just sat down in my room when Troy followed me. We sat together in silence. I guess he wanted me to express what I was feeling, but I was not ready for it.


    What was I supposed to tell him? That it hurt to watch others live my life? That I was jealous that all the power and luxuries that belonged to me were now being used by this leech of a family?


    "Let’s talk about the confession video," Troy suggested.


    Finally, he found a topic we could talk about, something that would distract me from the pain of not having what was supposed to be mine.


    "Yeah, Oriana really messed up," I muttered.


    Troy’s n worked because all my attention shifted to Oriana and how angry I felt that she did not stop even after she had been caught using magic to control us by shaking hands with the Shadow Earth Eater. She continued to be toxic and y games.


    "I do not understand why it is so hard for her to ept that none of us were into her," Troyined, scoffing and clenching his fist.


    For a moment, I got lost in my thoughts.


    "I mean, look at Fauna. It seems like these women do not take no for an answer," I remarked, grunting until I heard a soft knock on the door.


    "Oh," I groaned.


    "Do you think it is her?" Troy questioned, already understanding why I was tired.


    "I do not have the energy to deal with her," I muttered, clenching my fists and cracking my knuckles.


    "Then let her stand outside for a while," Troy suggested, and I liked the idea.


    I nodded and hunched forward, cing my elbows on my thighs, while Troy leaned back on his hands.


    "We will meet with Yorick. Do you think he will ept our apology?" I asked, tapping the tip of my shoe on the floor.


    "It will be difficult. He has always been very understanding with us, so of course it will take him some time too," Troy replied, then suddenly paused.


    He buried his face in his hands and lowered his body to match mine.


    "What is it?" I asked.


    "Oh, goodness, I have been really bad before too," he admitted.


    Just then, the knock on the door became frantic.


    "We should answer the door before she barges in," Troy remarked, getting up and waiting for my approval.


    I stood up with him. I did not know why we both walked to the door, but I figured it might intimidate her, so we did.


    The moment we opened the door, just as I expected, she was holding a tray with tworge sses of orange juice.


    "I squeezed it myself." Just as I expected from Fauna, she started speaking almost instantly, even though nobody had asked her anything.


    "Oh, look, Troy, she brought me oranges from my own farm," I joked, taunting her.


    Of course, she did not understand. She followed us when we turned to sit down. I sat on the bed while Troy took the seat next to the window. She handed Troy one ss and then walked toward me. I took the ss in a way that made her feel the pressure.


    "So, you two must be very relieved to be back from the North, right?" she tried, starting a conversation, which made Troy and me exchange a nce. We knew what we were about to do. We were experts at making people ufortable.


    "Not really. We are powerful people. We are not timid, clingy souls whose only purpose is to chase after someone. We loved fighting the monsters," Troy remarked, ncing at me as a smirk appeared on both of our faces.


    "Oh, true. Yeah, that is also a thing," Fauna replied. She still did not understand the taunt. That was what made it frustrating. Hurting her feelings was difficult.


    "Well,st time you were pretty pushy, remember when our friend was here? When my mate was here," I corrected myself, just to see the hurt on her face.


    Just as I expected, she looked hurt at the mention of Clementine.


    "Yeah, I guess I was wrong," she said softly, holding her hands in front of her and looking down before ncing up with a smile. "But when shees back, I will apologize to her. I am sure she will ept my apology."


    She raised her shoulder toward her ear, which made Troy and me exchange another nce before we burst outughing.


    "You think Clementine will talk to you? Look at yourself, Fauna. You cannot even hold a conversation with her. You do not act like a sane person," I snapped.


    The moment I started giving her a harsh reality about herself, she began to look hurt, as if she had never realized how she behaved.


    "I do not understand. Why are you so harsh to me? I have never personally done you wrong," Fauna protested.


    Finally, she began to feel the pain and looked a little humiliated, just like I wanted.


    "Did you forget the way you spoke to Clementine? My mate?" I hissed.


    She lowered her head for a few seconds, then smiled to herself.


    "You just said that people who go after someone are desperate souls. Does Clementine not have a husband now?" she asked.


    The moment she said that, I felt like I wanted to get up and rip her head off.


    "Get out of here," I snapped.


    She stepped back timidly without lifting her head, then gave me a small nod.


    "I am sorry if I upset you. But I think you should know that you are doing the same thing I do," she replied.


    That was all she said before she stepped out of the room, leaving me in disbelief at her audacity topare herself to me.


    "Can you believe that? That girl tried to tell us we are just like her," I snapped, pointing at the door.


    Troy had the same annoyed look on his face.


    "She thinks that her chasing after me is the same as me wanting to be with Clementine. Forget her. Clementine is our mate. Of course we are going to chase after her," I went on, defending myself.


    For a moment, I felt like I was right, until I started to feel like I sounded guilty for giving too many exnations. Didn’t I?