The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I scoured through my phone and dialed Maya's number. Drawing a deep sigh, I explained that I was fine and ready to go back.

I could almost hear her relief over the phone, and she told me that she would be waiting for me at the gate of the palace.

I echoed the relief that Maya felt with a sigh, wiped the sweat on my forehead and hung up the phone.

A chuckle escaped Blair, who was standing next to me with his signature smirk. He walked away just when I parted my lips for a question, leaving me wondering what he found amusing.

My brows furrowed. It seemed to me that Blair was getting weirder as days passed by. The flower that was cultivated and nourished by Noreen's blood might lift the curse on him, but sometimes it also seemed to change him into an entirely different person.

We did not have to walk for long before the gate of the palace came into view, and I saw Maya running over from a long distance. As she neared us, she registered Blair's presence and granted him a surprised look.

on the

Instead, she greeted Blair before winking at

ourselves treading the path all the way to a small and exquisite palace. As we closed in on the palace, I could make out a rough estimation of a dozen maids waiting for our arrival. The second

couldn't have chosen any better way to show how confused I was than to crinkle up my face. Amidst the orchestrated chaos, I grabbed Maya and asked, "What are they doing? Is there a dinner party tonight?' Maya covered her mouth, but it didn't stifle her giggles. I didn't take any offense about her amusement at my unawareness; instead I was just really confused. "Miss Todd, you'll know, eventually." "No. You better give me a heads up, so that I can mentally prepare

yanked and led to the dressing room, in courtesy of the maids. The flashbacks of when I first came to the palace to attend the banquet swamped

lost in thought. It was beautiful, but the style was too sweet-almost intimate, in fact, that I imagined it to be worn on a date and a little inappropriate for a serious dinner

were meant to be unhatched as she faced

was set before Maya hauled me out of the dressing room and ushered me to a place with a neofuturistic architectural style. The

palace. It was like the enchanting beauty from the middle ages and avant-garde robots from modern society were thrown together in

third floor was a movie hall. As if to keep her acting in secrecy in tow, Maya hurriedly drew me to sit down and arranged a lot of

watch a movie first." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

mind on the thought that Rufus must want to have a date. That romantic guy always surprised me, and it