Selma Payne's POV:
"I'm feeling a little cold." Leviathan looked at the toothbrush on his shoulder and the bleeding wound. "Are you not going to put me down? This is your classmate's body. Won't he die from losing too much blood?"
"What's the point of keeping a physical body if the soul is gone?" I didn't care about her crazy words. "Ryan's soul is in your hands. Are you going to be merciful and let him go?"
Leviathan laughed and shook her head. "Haha! That won't do. Only demons are greedier than dragons. I don't want to give up anything of mine for nothing."
The police sirens came from outside the window, and my phone also received a notification.
The police and the werewolf grandmasters had arrived.
"Oh, our time together is really short," Leviathan said regretfully. "It seems that our gathering is coming to an end."
"What are you doing?" I became alert.
