His brows and eyes grew stern, "Are you asking for death?"
Lissy Lock lifted her head to look at him, his brows and eyes were still the same as in her memory, but they started to feel more and more strange and cold to her.
She turned her head away, "I'm just telling the truth. Why, are you even angrier now? Feeling like your ownership has been violated? Feeling humiliated?"
John Fame grabbed her wrist, "What exactly did you do with him all night?"
Lissy Lock could only sense a piercing pain spreading from her hand to her arm, causing her dizziness to intensify.
She could barely stand, her legs were going soft, she was about to collapse but someone's hand suddenly appeared to hold her steady around her waist.
Then, a warm embrace, firm and dependable.
Lissy Lock closed her eyes, reopened them, her consciousness clearing somewhat.
How ironic, this was John Fame's scent, it was only him and her here, no one else.
