"Are you…
…going to open your door and let the devil inside, Miss V?"
"..."
With Riley behind her whispering in her left ear, she could feel the warmth of his breath– or perhaps it was better to say the lack of it? There was absolutely no air touching her skin, but she could still feel the warmth coming from it. It almost feels… mystifying, in a way.
It almost caused V to feel a little… entranced.
But still, Riley's words still resonated deep within her. She has dedicated her short life to putting men like Fred locked behind bars forever– sometimes even causing their deaths if needed. Is it not a little hypocritical to save and help this man in front of him?
