"What the absolute fuck is going on?!" Dolores shrieked, completely abandoning her elegant, profound assassin persona.
Romeo casually tossed his coarse bedsheets aside. He slowly stood up from the creaky mattress. He did not possess a single ounce of fear in his posture. He confidently strutted directly toward her spread-eagled, pinned physical vessel.
Massive, terrifying alarm bells began ringing wildly inside Dolores's spiritual sea. How did she get caught like a foolish mortal rat?!
Her panicked green eyes darted from his glowing crimson gaze to the heavy, feathered metal cuffs locking her limbs to the massive wooden X.
He knew! He absolutely knew she was coming tonight!
This was not a random household security measure. This was a highly elaborate, meticulously calculated trap specifically designed to capture her!
But what exactly was his grand motive?
Dolores forcefully swallowed her rising terror. She needed to rely on her dark sect training.
