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.

little flip. Why on earth wasn't

and that wolf tattoo-fierce, almost alive— looked like it was ready to leap off his skin and tear

fully appreciate the entirety of the tattoo, which had snaked from Hull's neck down. The

standing there for? Come here," Hull's voice

snapping her thoughts back to

the doorframe, stammering, "C-can you, um, put on a

guy not realize

an eyebrow,

a man and a woman are alone in

curled into a teasing smile. "You? Want

"W-what

she could have

chuckled softly, "You didn't seem

eyes widened. What was that supposed to mean? Before she could figure out what Hull

implying, he continued, "Remember

you did back at Mist

recalled how she

where her hand's had landed back then. Even though it had been

still tingled