บท 237: CHAPTER 237 Fled

　　~ CASIMIR ~

　　Half an hour later I was pacing Rake's rooms, clawing hands through my hair and growling.

　　Where the fuck was she? I wanted to run, to shift, to go after her, scent her for myself, follow her and drag her back here. But I couldn't leave this fucker to escape.

　　Rake, on the other hand, sat in the simple chair in his room, watching me pace. The only clue to his tension, the way he drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair.

　　"Would you sit down?" he growled. "This isn't what you think it is. She's going to come back and tell you and you're going to see. You know that, Cazz. You know her. You're just creating divisions where none need to exist. I have done nothing towards her, Cazz. And she has no feelings for me."

　　"We'll see…" I growled.

　　My anger kept boiling, simmering, growing. But so did my fear.

　　What if he was right? What if I'd overreacted?

　　Inevitably, my thoughts went back to that shitshow in the throne room.