Chapter 64 HIS PAST, ZACHARY’S TORMENTS

• She may not have deny it, but Devon was slowly liking it here. Far from the Devonshire Kingdom, Devon seems to appease her worries, the vampires were more kind, they are humble unlike the wolves who treated her, despise her being and hunted her to be killed. Here, Zachary ensured her safety, and not even once had she felt like she do not belongs here. Nobody speak ill to Devon. She had not yet gotten those looks she were often thrown into, or perhaps was it because the vampires still had not known that she is a rogue?
• That was strange. The scent she emits should have let them know who she is, but what was odd, if possibly they knew exactly already was that—they are not acting hostile to her. But nevertheless, Devon should not think too much. It won’t do good. If it not yet happen, then there’s nothing she should be drawn towards scenarios that may ruin her stay as they seems more vivid than before.
• She sighs, heaving a deep sigh coming from her chest as if it were enough to repel those which bothers her greatly.