My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 247

Xanthea quickly showered and, clutching her clothes, ste

pped out as if guarding against a thief, keeping a wary eye on Isabella, Isabella, grinding her teeth in imitation, “Xanthea, I’m warning you–stop looking at me like that. I’m not a lesbian, nor am I a pervert!”

“You better not be.”

*Please, get over yourself. You think you’re a goddess to everyone? As if every man and woman is falling at your feet!”

Xanthea observed Isabella’s flustered attempts to clear her name; her behavior didn’t seem typical of her accusations, but the way Isabella had eyed her at the bathroom door was unmistakably lecherous. The last person who looked at her like that was Orion, and he definitely had less than proper intentions!

“Peeking at me while I shower, and you’re unapologetic?”

“H just happened to be passing by.”

“She got some beef with you or what?”

amusement. Xanthea didn’t want to divulge more, merely responding

her, she’s always been the bossy type,

Olivia was merely provoking her,

chipped in, “What are you two whispering about over there? Are you

energy on these baseless suspicions, you should just go to sleep.”

I’m heading to bed now. But really, for a lady of the Nightshade Group, who is used to luxury, can you handle this rickety old bed? Don’t spend all night

bed, only to realize immediately that the

like a slab of rough–cut lumber. Even through several layers of sheets, the coarse texture

upon seeing her reaction, thinking Xanthea was all talk but crumbled at

“Sleep tight, Princess!”

tumed in for the night. At 10 PM, lights out, and Olivia and Rachel also drifted to sleep. Meanwhile, Xanthea lay miserably on the uncomfortable bed. The odd, sharp smell of the

jinx had actually

was probably

just as Xanthea was about to drift off… who was

occupying headlines and pop–up banners, attracting all–nighters and drama enthusiasts alike.