โฃ Dangerous Woman
โพ ๐ผ๐ก๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐: ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โพ
โฅเนโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโเนโฅ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ what she felt. It was like the traces of hope she held on to had disappeared in the darkness of Damon. That monster was sucking every inch of sanity out of her - plaguing her future and her present.
She wasn't a God like Ares who could defeat him. The Gods were the mightiest of all, their powers exceeding any mythicon. Then, how was she the one to be chosen? Why did she have to suffer through all this dilemma of being away from her home and being surrounded by those who would murder her with a blink of an eye? Why was Damon after her?
Talking to Lucian was out of the question. After what she had seen she didn't trust herself to break down in front of him. The Lucian that the ๐๐ฬ๐ฃ๐๐ showed her wasn't the one she knew. There was one thing she was sure of - Lucian had surrendered to Damon, unwillingly.