Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: 239. Bombay

Maisie

I lunged for the tissues and the first pull tore the paper in half. I yanked over and over again, until the dispenser stuttered and the floor around my feet was littered with them.

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I pressed the tissues to my face and scrubbed.

But the second the blood smeared across my cheek, the bathroom disappeared. Suddenly, it wasn’t pig’s blood. It was thicker, hotter, pouring down my neck, my face, my hair. It was sliding into my clothes like it did on that cliff.

Gruer often said I needed therapy. But I didn’t think it was necessary. I could stand the sight of blood just fine. Could spill it just fine. But certain things triggered me. And this was one of them.

I scrubbed the blood until I ripped my skin, and I didn’t still feel clean.

The sound of a pop echoed behind me, and I heard Gruer’s voice. "Why does it stink like a pig’s sty in here?"

I swiveled. "What are you doing here--"

The door knob twisted and both our gazes turned towards the door as it creaked. Shit. Panic flashed across Gruer’s face and in a blink of an eye, Gruer, for the lack of better word, morphed.

One second he was right there, and in the next, there was a black cat with shiny green eyes in his place. I just about screeched from fear--It was one thing to know you were relating with a demon who could pop into existence any time and place he wanted, just to torment you. And it was another thing to watch a full grown he-demon turn into a cat.

The door swung open.

"May?"

Juliette walked in, holding a bundle of fresh clothes in her hands, her blue eyes scanning the women’s bathroom, and then she paused upon seeing the cat.

A delighted squeal escaped her and she rushed forward, hurling the clothes at me as she dropped to her knees in front of it. "I didn’t know you had a cat! It’s a Bombay!" she giggled, reaching for Gruer.

"Er... I don’t think that’s a good idea..." My brows rose to the top of my head and I completely forgot I was having a panic attack when Gruer purred while she scratched the back of his ear. And proceeded to wrap his tail around her thigh.

Under her skirt.

"Oh, aren’t you a good boy?" she cooed when he let her scoop him up into his arms. He purred again, pressing his whiskered face between her breasts.

Wasn’t this classified as some kind of sexual assault? I wondered what she would do if she realized it wasn’t a cat nuzzling her cleavage, but a demon.

To make it worse, she turned her big blue eyes to me. "What’s his name? I love cats. Quinn never let me have one."

"Er..." Gruer turned his shiny green eyes to me and blinked twice. Cutely.

Fucker. "P-philip," I stammered. "Name’s Philip. I think... I think you should put him down. He has... a... uh... contagious disease--"

I shook my head, the sob finally escaping. "I–I don’t know. Everything is..." Hiccup. "Everything is broken and I... I don’t know how to... fix this. Us. They hate me."

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