'Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.'
Frantically, Lady Xanthe lifted the lower half of her dress and darted through the connecting halls of the private wings.
Worry clung its ugly claws across her face. Panic coiled tightly in her chest. Anxiety wrapped its jaws around her throat and dragged her down with it.
The rich, composed woman spiralled into a full-blown panic attack as the two teens struggled to keep up behind her, one of them completely unaware of what had triggered such a violent reaction.
Ahil, who had been in Desper for not too long, wasn't well conversant with the dynamics between Jin Peng, Kong, and the two sisters.
He knew of Jin, yes—but not this. Not why the mere sight of the man had reduced Lady Xanthe to this state.
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"TAMSIN!"
Xanthe burst into their private wing, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
Tamsin shot to her feet instantly, her body tense and ready for violence as she locked eyes with her sister.
