CHAPTER 33 Only High-ranking Members

　　I was sulking the next days because Wyatt has been staying at the palace for some time.

　　I was sitting in the common area, my back against the pool table as I read a book but let's face it, I couldn't even concentrate. I needed to do something, anything else. 

　　"Hey," I jumped from the floor when I spotted Azriel passing by. 

　　"What?" he gruffed. 

　　"Where to?" I asked, ignoring his rude tone. 

　　"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow at my overly excited voice. 

　　"I thought we were friends so..." I trailed and he smirked at me, crossing his arms against his chest,

　　"We are not friends, and you need to get yourself some,"

　　"I thought we were!" 

　　"Just because I told you some details about my life doesn't make you my friend," he said coldly and I was taken back. I was quick to assume. 

　　"Okay, then," I said quietly, facing the floor.