Chapter Fifty One
Lucianna’s POV
I jumped back in a breath and Fhoxia turned around, slowly walking back beside Roscoe.
Did she say that I will be my mate’s death?
“What the f**k, Roscoe?!” I exclaimed in a controlled scream. Are they trying to f**k up my head? Manipulate me? What?! “If you are trying to use me to have your revenge, try using a different way than this obvious stage play!”
Fhoxia turned to face me this time that made my eyes divert to her for a second. When she seems to be still, I looked at Roscoe again and raised a brow to his ‘tired’ look.
What? Is pretending to be a victim from the same kind of judgment a part of his game?
“Lucianna, look at Fhoxia.” he started. I didn’t listen to him and my focus remained at him which made him sigh. “Fhoxia is not a living thing
