Chapter 872 Homeless


    Sylvia''s POV:


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    The look on Harry''s countenance spawned what might have been a chortle from my throat. How


    amusing! It seemed as though blood was drained from his face, leaving only a soft trail of paleness.


    "I assure you, Harry. Your eyes aren''t deceiving you; I''m real."


    My voice seemed to pull his senses back on ground. With haste and reluctance struggling


    whichever would surface, he rushed to me and eyed me carefully. He eximed, "Sylvia! I can''t


    believe you''re alive! But—well, this is good news!" "Why do I hear a hint of disappointment from


    your tone that I didn''t die?" I narrowed my eyes at him as I teased to lighten up the atmosphere.


    The bewilderment was momentarily lost as Harry rolled his eyes in return. "Who said anything about


    me wanting you to die? If any, it was you who scared me to death!"


    Only then did I closely see how swollen his eyes were. If I didn''t know any better, I would have


    thought that his eyes were stung by bees. I mused, "I remember how your eyes give you away


    whenever you cry buckets of tears."


    Harry lifted his hands to hide his eyes from my view and tried to defend himself, "Who cried? My


    eyes are like this because I slept in!"


    A chuckle broke out of Joanna''s lips as she snitched on Harry. She was not at all trying to be subtle


    about it either. "He sure took his time in prison crying his heart out. I couldn''t even do anything to


    make him stop." She shrugged her shoulders." Well, I tried."


    "You''re making things up! I only cried for a short while." The blood that left Harry''s face rushed back


    and painted his embarrassed face with a tinge of scarlet. He averted his gaze towards somewhere


    else, neithernding on Joanna''s eyes nor mine. He was also sporting a faint pout that was almost


    not there.


    Joanna and I stole a nce at each other andughed at Harry''s antics.


    The light ambiance enveloping us reminded me of the good old days in school. Tears began to


    dampen my eyes as a ghost of a smile forcefully lifted my lips. We couldn''t go back to that time


    anymore. Looking back, those were fleeting moments.


    I uttered my apology to Harry in a low voice.


    Harry dropped his innocuous caper. He tried to decipher my thoughts through the expressions that


    swayed across my face before cautiously asking, "Sylvia, is something the matter? Are you hiding


    something from us? From the looks of it, it seems something''s bothering you. You and the queen


    must have orchestrated the events that unfolded. If my guess is right, it has something to do with


    Prince Rufus in aa. Otherwise, you wouldn''t have chosen to ruin your life if you''re left with


    many other choices. Your goal is to leave the capital city, so that everyone would condemn you,


    which makes it easier for them to forget you. Did I get it right?"


    Harry surprised me by his impressive deduction.


    He got most of the reasons right. In all honesty, I never intended to tell Harry—much less to let him


    know—about the truth. I just wanted to leave and exit from their lives with them thinking that it was


    all my fault as theirst memory of me. But when I saw how Harry and Joanna believed me and


    defended me without hesitation, I couldn''t stop guilt from devouring me.


    "I get his point, Sylvia. If you''re having a hard time, just tell us and we can figure it out together,"


    Joanna seconded.


    Looking at them both, hesitation reced my guilt before I decided that they had to know


    everything, including the ck thorns. I told them what I knew, not leaving out a single detail.


    Silence deafened our ears the moment thest word escaped my lips. None of us knew what to say,


    as if we were feeling each other out. Both Harry and Joanna had their eyebrows furrowed, looking


    lost in their trains of thoughts.


    I couldn''t stand how heavy the atmosphere was bing, so I cracked a joke to break the silence.


    "Now that Noreen is dead and Rufus is safe, we won''t have anything left to worry about in the


    future. I can rest assured and leave now and bring with me peace of mind. I haven''t traveled around


    since I was a child. Now I finally have the chance to go out to have fun and enjoy my life a lot


    sooner than I anticipated!"


    It was now Harry''s eyes'' turn to redden when he heard my attempt to liven up their mood. His voice


    was low when he asked, "Where are you going?"


    His question had me wondering. I hadn''t figured it out yet. I didn''t have the courage to stay in the


    empire, and I was certain I was not wee in the vampires'' domain. Vampires had sharp senses


    of smell, and as soon as they would find traces of werewolf scent on me no matter how hard I might


    try to cover it up, they would definitely know that I was not one of them. The ck witches had


    never had a fixed territory so I didn''t know where to find them.


    Still, I needed to think about where to go.


    "Where else can you go after leaving your life as Sylvia Todd?" Harry did not roar at me, but the


    boiling anger he was suppressing was handed to me by his eyes.


    "Now, now, Harry. We shouldn''t let anger get the best of us," Joanna persuaded in a soft voice.


    Harry''s eyes became redder, and his voice was hoarse. He was slowly transitioning from a sad


    tamed dog that was abandoned by its owner into a rabid beast. "You have no ce to go to, Sylvia.


    No matter what you have in mind, there''s no ce for you to stay. You have ruined your life! Or


    perhaps, do you want to go back to the ck witches and never see us again?"