The drive was torture . Not really the kind with knives or blood or screams . No. It was worse . It was the kind where the awkward silence threatened to rip your skin apart . I swear , every second dragged its feet and stared at me , daring me to breathe wrong . I was seconds away from bolting out of the moving car . Kyrie was putting on his dark shades . But it still felt like he was dissecting me from the corner of his eyes . I wish he'd just take off those shades so I'd be sure he wasn't . For a second - a very stupid , self - destructive second - I was scared he recognized me . But later , my fear turned into terror when he looked at me like he was just seconds away from forcing himself on me if I didn't give in to him willingly , if he were to ask . There's something about men like Kyrie . They don't ask twice . They don't wait for the doors to open . They break them . Kyrie wasn't stupid , I could tell . If he ever touches me intimately , he's certainly going to figure me out . Saint had taken away my favorite perfume and warned me never to use it ever again . I didn't need a thesis . He didn't want Kyrie to smell it on me and figure me out . If I had already gotten my wolf , it would have made all these close to impossible because from that night at The Vanity , Kyrie would have already marked my scent , so it wouldn't have been difficult for him to have figured me out . I didn't know if I should be thankful or not . And I didn't even know why Saint didn't want Kyrie to know I was the one . 1/3 Chapter 24 Maybe it wasn't just about me . Perhaps it was about power , leverage , and control . Saint looked like someone who liked having the upper hand , even if he had to step on someone's throat to keep it . Still , I wasn't about to poke the big bad wolf just to find out . I just needed to secure my mother's peace . So , I'd do every single thing Saint asks me to . Including going to his office for reasons I didn't even know just yet. The car swerved into a huge building made of glass . It was a huge shopping complex , boldly written ' SPENDERS ' DESIRE . It truly lived up to its name . Because the moment we walked in , I was tempted to spend money I didn't even have . " What are we doing here ? " I asked carefully , but Kyrie didn't respond . He just walked ahead , and I followed . Between Kyrie and Saint , I didn't know who was worse . They were both disturbingly cold , and they gave me the chills . I followed , doing my best not to be nervous . There were way too many people around , shopping their lives out . Didn't want to look like a stupid high - school girl because I already felt so out of place here , like I'd shown up at a royal gala in rubber slippers . The guards stationed at random intervals didn't look like the regular rent - a - cops either . They were big , uniformed , and carried themselves like soldiers out for blood . You don't get that for a public shopping complex unless something behind the scenes requires it . We reached the elevators . He pressed the B button , and here's where my philosophical paranoia kicked in . A small panel opened , and Kyrie leaned in . It was some kind of retina scan . Retina scan ? For an elevator ? Why ... I mean ... Do all customers do that ? Verify before using the elevators ? Isn't this meant to be a public space ? Why do they need verification ? I wondered ... But I dared not ask Kyrie . His countenance told me he wasn't in the mood for Q and A. 2/3 Chapter 24 The machine blinked green , and the elevator doors opened with a soft , sinister ding . He walked in , and I followed . And I swear , as the doors closed , sealing me into a space with him again , I felt my own pulse whisper , " This isn't about shopping , is it ? ' Chapter Comments LIKE Write Comments SHARE Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!