Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

If it were Susanna back in Portis City, she'd definitely have had a few choice words for Hull. But here, she didn't dare.

After some contemplation, she told Stella on the phone, "You should head back to Ferrowland."

Dealing with Hull was becoming unbearable, yet she had no choice but to endure. It was infuriating.

After hanging up, Susanna opened the door, only to find Hull had already disappeared.

Susanna tiptoed downstairs, but Hull was nowhere to be seen. He must have returned to his room. Those other folks had left too, it seemed.

With no one around, Susanna quickly grabbed a glass of water. Her throat felt parched, feeling like it was going to catch fire.

Once rehydrated, she went to Hull's room. She had learned her lesson. She knocked on the door and pressed her ear against it, straining to hear any sounds from inside.

Too many unexpected things had happened around Hull, and she was thoroughly spooked.

Finally, Hull's voice came through, "Come in."

Cautiously, Susanna pushed the door open. She kept her eyes low, gradually settling them on the man inside.

And there he was, shirtless.

a little flip. Why on earth wasn't

gaze fell on his well-defined chest, and that wolf tattoo-fierce, almost alive— looked like it was ready to leap off his skin and

the tattoo, which had snaked from Hull's neck down. The wolf's eyes were intense, glaring with a wild ferocity.

Come here,"

thoughts back to

tightened her grip on the doorframe, stammering, "C-can you, um, put

realize how

an

a man and a woman are

curled into a teasing smile.

blinked. "W-what

she could

seem too concerned about

that supposed to mean? Before

implying, he continued, "Remember

you did back at Mist

mouth twitched. She recalled how she

hand's had landed back then. Even though

tingled her?