Kayla
The air in the testing room was colder than I expected.
Too cold for comfort.
I could feel the chill seeping through my jacket as I sat stiffly in the folding metal chair, watching as two thick curtains were drawn across opposite ends of the room. The heavy fabric swallowed both Nicholas and Noah whole, hiding who was on which side.
All I knew was that there was one on the left, and one on the right.
As the guild attendants prepared the aphrodisiac serum, I swallowed hard and tried to keep my expression neutral. But despite my best efforts, it was impossible to stop my leg from bouncing.
Why did I agree to this?
Every part of it felt wrong, and yet I was still sitting here, letting them do this to me. Letting them stick me with a needle and decide my fate
