Chapter 332


    332 Art As Crazy


    “I am sure Billy told me he took my blood. That’s why I never paid attention to it.” I was briskly walking


    towards the exit after he made a n for Walsh’s abduction. Whatever was bringing these monsters to


    harm me seemed like one big n. They had to work together.


    “We thought we had sorted everything out. This Walsh guy must know Poppy and Billy,” Lazlo agreed


    with my theory. The fact that Poppy knew I wasn’t Maynard’s mate and she didn’t abduct me for


    revenge should have been the very first sign that there was more to the story than she was iming.


    “Please take care.” Before I could walk away, Lazlo held my hand and wished me the best of luck. His


    eyes shimmered with concern, and it shook my heart.


    “I will,” I said, passing him a smile. I walked away in the direction of my destination. Standing alone on


    the road, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. If he hase for me, he will definitely have


    a word with me. I watched him get into his car when I ran out of the exit.


    Just when his car came into view, I bent over with my arm wrapped around my stomach and my face


    faorming a frown.


    “Oh God! This pain!” I almost let out a cry while pretending to be in pain. He drove past me without


    stopping once. I was going to give up when he backed down and slowly came to a halt in front of me.


    “Hey,” he said as he rolled down the window. His eyes were so ck that I had never seen anything


    that ck before. They were deep when there was no other color. His thin lips and


    strong jawline made him look stern.


    “Are you okay?” he asked, staring me dead in the eye.


    “I am not.” It took me a minute to respond to him. I don’t know what it was, but it felt weird looking at


    him. His aura was dark and deceptive.


    “Do you need help? I can drop you off at the hospital,” He offered me help, and I instantly nodded my


    help, looking in desperate need of support.


    “Thank you,” I said, walking all the way from the back to the passenger seat. The instant I rolled inside,


    I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, his tyre popped off.


    “Shit!” he growled aint, getting out of his car to check on the tire. It was my doing, but he would


    never guess why! would do such a thing. Icked motive. He didn’t know I was onto him.


    “What happened?” | got out of the car and asked him. He looked worried as hell.


    “Dammit!” kicking the tire, he looked my way and then raised his brow at me, “I can get you a cab.


    Don’t worry about it,” he had only pulled his phone out when I screamed and bent over. He was


    compelled to drop his phone on the seat next to the open door and rush over to support me on my feet.


    The moment he wrapped his arms around my body, I knew that was the person who drugged me on


    the ind.


    “You seem to be in a lot of pain. How do you want me to help you? You can rest in the car while I get


    you help,” he suggested, and I faintly nodded my head. He carried me and opened the backseat door,


    this time to lie me down. The


    moment he did that, he let out a little sigh.


    “I got yed, didn’t I?” The smile on his face faded when he raised his face and watched me smile


    back at him.


    “You thought you could fool me twice?” I smirked. He got the idea. When Maynard appeared and hit


    him on the head with a log, his body leaned back and he attempted to flee the car. He dropped right in


    the backseat while I jumped away and out of the other side of the car.


    “Nobody saw.” Lazlo got in the front seat, whilst Maynard took the passenger seat. Christina had


    already prepared the cabin for our arrival. I had onest thing to do.


    “Ahh!” | closed my eyes and raised my hands, fixing the tire. It took us less than a few seconds to get


    out of there. Thest time anybody saw him was when he got into his car willingly and drove out of the


    academy.


    Now that we took him to the cabin andid him down, we stared at him nkly.


    “Tie him up,” I told Lazlo, stepping away.


    “I don’t know how much he is going to talk. He seems pretty stubborn.” Maynard scratched the back of


    his neck whilementing on Walsh.


    “But you haven’t even talked to him. How do you know he is stubborn?” Christina frowned, tapping her


    foot on the floor.


    “He is stubborn, or else he should have just left Enya on the road and gone on his way.” Maynard was


    truly something else. We never understood him whenever he got too excited.


    “So, who is going to torture him?” Christina asked causally, tying her hair up and not acknowledging the


    quizzical stares both the boys were giving her.


    “What? You didn’t think he would start talking on his own, did you?” Christina pulled her eyebrows


    together when questioning the boys.


    “Torturing? We can bluff him,” Lazlo suggested.


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    He knew the torture we were talking about wasn’t some two ps-a-punch kind of deal. We must go


    hard on him.


    “I will do it,” I offered, and noticed the little frown on Lazlo’s forehead.


    “What do you know about torturing someone?” he questioned, trying not to look at me. I don’t know


    what it was about him, but there were times he looked at me as if he was questioning me.


    “It is not hard. I have seen people torture us,” I stated, as I walked over to the kitchen to grab some


    knives. I was done bing a victim and watching these monsterse for me. I can take care of


    anything now.