Emy's eyes grew wide with fear as she gasped for air. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, completely overtaken by her emotion.
She hadn't expected such a terrible turn of events after what was meant to be a pleasurable evening following the train ordeal.
Having faced life-threatening situations before, her instinct for survival and procreating was heightened.
This same instinct drove her and her bodyguard into each other's arms, leading them to fuck each other .
But out of nowhere, her new lover was killed. She felt overwhelmed by a sense of bad luck.
One by one, her men died—first to an arrogant hunter, and now to a terrifying demon.
"What the hell are you daydreaming about?" Reign snapped, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Before she could even open her mouth, he slapped her sharply across the face.
The force made her head jerk to the side, and she ended up falling back onto the bed. Her body bounced a little off the soft cushion.
