Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Susanna clutched the collar of her hoodie, awkwardly turning away. "I was actually planning to go see my mom at Black Gate today."

She was really shaken up after what Hull had put her through.

If she had to get into a fight right now, the first thing she'd notice was how much her legs hurt.

All Yvonne had been teaching her these past weeks was basically how to run for her life.

And now, thanks to Hull, her legs felt like someone else's. If she had to make a run for it, there was no way she'd get away.

She'd have to stand her ground and fight.

When Susanna mentioned visiting her mom at Black Gate, Hull's expression shifted for a split second.

"You're heading to Black Gate?" he asked.

Susanna nodded. "Yeah."

Why had she started training with Yvonne in the first place? It was all because she wanted to go back to Black Gate and help her mom.

After twenty brutal days by Yvonne's side, Susanna realized she wasn't as afraid of the chaos swirling around her mom anymore.

The worst thing in a suffocating situation? Fear.

Somehow, in just those few weeks, Yvonne had managed to knock that fear right out of her.

Now, all that was left was to dive in and see what she could pull off.

Hull frowned, pouring her a glass of milk and handing it over. "You shouldn't go to Black Gate just yet."

"Huh?"

Hull explained, "I've already sent some of my people to help your mom. Things are under control there now-your mom's in a strong position."

people to help my mom? And things are actually

notorious for being a mess. The idea that it

just looked at her.

fell silent, meeting his usually icy gaze, which now seemed a

mother. But now he'd sent his

and beyond? Or was there something else going on? Especially considering how he'd been all over her since yesterday-it was like he was paying

Hull

frowned. "What's with that

awkwardly, mumbling, "You... you don't

Hull: "???"

"Is that why you're doing all this? Trying to get in your

had to be

thought of

especially confident or a

Star always

short legs and

Hull's type.

wasn't his type, why did

beating around the

taken aback by her boldness, then reached out and tilted her

his long fingers. "What do you

I think

she noticed where his eyes were lingering. Susanna glanced down and realized he was staring at her

Ah, so flat!

flat, but she

have a

Maybe if you

put in

and

joked, trying