Chapter 107: THE KING'S MATE

Xina could see the agony etched across the mysterious man's face as he crouched in the corner of the women's restroom. His presence there was alarming enough, but when she noticed his eyes—glowing a sinister shade of red—her heart skipped a beat. What had happened to his eyes? Was he a shifter? She recalled reading about how a zamuda's eye color could change with their emotional state. If they were irritated or annoyed, their eyes might darken, regardless of their original hue. But when their eyes turned red, it was a dire warning—a sign that the beast within them was seething with rage. It was a signal for weaker creatures to run. And by their standards, humans like Xina were at the very bottom—vulnerable and fragile. "No. Don't call anyone," the man growled, his voice rough and edged with desperation, as he blocked her path out of the cramped cubicle. "Okay, but could you please let go of my hand? You're hurting me," Xina said, wincing as his sharp nails dug into her skin. She co