Jiho stood rigid, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her eyes were narrowed, a storm of emotions swirling within them—anger, disgust, and a fierce protectiveness. Every fiber of her being rejected the presence of the woman who had caused so much pain.
Jiho still remembered the fear etched in Mer Chu's eyes when the woman had asked to speak alone. The sheer terror that flashed across his face was unmistakable, and it had sent a shiver down her spine.
After leading them to a private room, Jiho excused herself, stepping outside to give them privacy. The air outside the room was thick with tension, and Jiho's mind buzzed with unease. Only a few seconds had passed when she suddenly realized she had left her knife behind in the room. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned back, her footsteps quickening with urgency.
