"No I didn't!" Layla said, as if I was purposely framing her.
"Yes, you sure did." I retorted.
"No."
"Yes."
"No, I was just walking normally." She sighed deeply. "So, we are really going to die? We sure have the best of luck." She added sarcastically.
"Sure we do." I exhaled heavily.
"So, we will share our mate, thirteen days for you and thirteen days for me, no one is allowed to interrupt, and anything I want to do, you don't have the right to say otherwise…"
'There goes half of my time.' I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at my fate.
I rubbed my temples as Layla continued pacing inside my head as she had suddenly become the spirit of anxiety. Her muttering grew louder, something about not wanting to waste her potential and lost opportunities, and somehow Beowulf's name was squeezed into every sentence as if that wolf was the only reason she wanted to stay alive.
