The silence between us was heavy, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere.
Finally, I couldnât take it anymore.
I opened my eyes and sighed.
âI need some sleep.
Please go.
â
Last night had been so intense that I hadnât rested at all, and now I was truly exhausted.
Caleb didnât move.
His lips twitched as if he wanted to speak, but he stayed silent.
I turned away, choosing to ignore him.
Then, without warning, Caleb stood up from the sofa.
He lifted the quilt, slid in beside me, and wrapped his arms around me.
He pressed his face into my shoulder and apologized.
âIâm sorry.
I sent someone to kill them.
It was extreme, I know.
But I was so furious when I saw you drugged and almost taken advantage of.
I lost control.
â
I lay still, not replying, pretending to be asleep.
His breath grew heavier.
After a moment, he added.
âThey deserved it.
I donât regret it, but if you canât accept this kind of revenge, Iâll handle things differently next time.
â
I opened my eyes and shook my head.
âIâm not blaming you.
â
I had already figured Caleb was behind it.
I wasnât one to show mercy.
They tried to hurt me.
They deserved more than death.
Still, the way they died was disgusting, and thinking about it made me feel sick.
Calebâs worry deepened.
âThen why are you so upset? Is_ there something else bothering you?â
I sighed, my voice tinged with frustration.
âThis happened in Andrewâs manor.
He could get involved.
Heâs been good to me.
I donât want to cause him any trouble.
â
Debraâs POV:
âAre you worried about Andrew?â
Calebâs voice held a tinge of jealousy that was impossible to miss.
His expression hardened instantly.
I sighed, defeated.
âI just donât want my problems to affect him.
â
Caleb scoffed.
âIf Andrew canât handle it, then he shouldnât be the deputy clan leader.
A weakling like him canât take care of you anyway.
â
With that, he wrapped his arms around my body, his warmth enveloping me.
âDebra, Andrew doesnât deserve you.
Come back to the Thorn Edge Pack with me.
Iâll look after you like before.
â