BLOODHOUND #1: The Abdicated Prince

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ng my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morn

e door like a mad woman, rea

in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns

ani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy co

my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidat

s stating the obvious and tha

to mention, I don't want to ask how he knows that I'm in Seattle and how the hec

t I swore I didn't want to see him again. Back then, I wanted to as

ould never cross paths again, I did think he would live somewhere in America, but Se

o my bedroom and wait for him to go. I gave him one last look before getti

g at it, and I could feel he was judging it. His hazel eyes

id loud enough for him to hear, but hi

clenched my jaw upon hearing my grandfather's na

to you, he walked toward the painting, completely fasc

ide you, looking at t

ing?" I asked in

ery, and I never thought you would paint an abstr

, it was just an abstract painting filled with black, grey,

lled with anger? Am I too obvious now? Is my

ssing his arms in front of his che

nd and tried to push him, but he stood there like a sta

ly

place when he called me by

t o

his body to me. I almost fell since he turned around so suddenly. "Well, I'm doing fi

like it's suddenly his busine

ck with the same questioning tone,

d he took a step when the door busted ope

t Clyde, who looked at her confused. Daisy closed the door slowly and walked towards me. She held my han

le's most eligible bachelor. How did you rail him

g me a nod. "I'll see you around, Butterfly. It's good to see you again." He said

or else I'll get a restraining order on you." Daisy gripped my hand so tigh

ome to Seattle, Luna. I'll be checking on you once in a while since you'll m

insane?!" Daisy