With Tessa screaming at the top of her lungs, the others immediately rushed toward her, thinking something dangerous had happened.
"What is it?!"
"Did something attack you?!"
"Move aside!"
The moment they reached her side, however, they all froze at the same time.
There, resting on the opened leaf, was the dead rat Julian had proudly gifted her.
Not only was it dead, but the thing was swollen beyond reason, its fur damp and ugly while a horrifying smell spread into the air like poison itself.
The stench hit Tessa instantly.
"Oh my God—"
She slapped a hand over her nose before stumbling toward a nearby tree and throwing up violently.
What was wrong with beastmen and their obsession with dead rats?
Seriously.
Who was the first female that accepted such nonsense as a romantic gift?
Because that person deserved jail.
"Can someone get rid of that thing before I collapse?!" Tessa cried out weakly. "It smells like death itself!"
