Chapter 227
Felix
"What are you saying, Velesia?!" I don't mean to yell, but my voice rips through the hall anyway. My chest is tight, my claws itching out, and I can't really control my emotions right now.
What does she mean Poppybroke up with me?
Poppy?
Of all of them, she was the one who never demanded, never clawed at my time or pressed for attention. She let me breathe. And now—what? She's gone?
Velesia's face doesn't so much as flicker. She just bows her head slightly, the way she always does when she thinks she's being rational.
"You had no right," I bite out, my voice carrying sharper than I intend. A couple of students glance our way from down the corridor, but I'm too angry to care. Let them look.
