Lethia was deep in her darkest—most sinful, twisted, no-way-out—phase of life. She clung to her survival instinct instead of whatever was left of her fragile feelings.
She needed to get rid of the fox soon. Even if that damned fox had promised her some kind of power—whatever the hell that meant—she didn't give a shit.
The more questions she asked, the more time that bitch would steal from her. And she didn't have the damn luxury to waste time now.
So whatever she was doing now was just to get her to that bitchy fox's endgame faster. No detours.
Even though, of course, she did feel bad for Renar and Caelum, because she was going to mess with their feelings too.
But what choice did she have? What the hell else could she do but keep going?
Caelum's arms wrapped around her waist with fierce possession, pulling her in so tightly she gasped, as if the crash knocked the air clean from her lungs.
