A cold shiver coursed through Cain's spine as he felt daggers piercing every inch of his body. Of course, there were no actual daggers targeting him, but the icy and sharp stares of the Prima Depravita felt no less piercing.
Cain couldn't help but show an awkward expression, but his heart had no regret. There was no way he would negate his relationship with Shura and Astrid, and he did not feel the need to hide it. After all, while it was true that Beelze—Meylin's previous incarnation—was the first woman who truly reached his heart, he had thought she was dead.
Meylin understood all that, which was why, after a few seconds, she took a deep breath, the coldness in her eyes slowly dissipating as she spoke once more.
"Tell me more about them," she said softly, her voice steady. "Starting with how you met them."
