Trust.
Nursing a bump on his head, Cain glared daggers at Lucia...
She wore a strange, almost apologetic look on her face, but seemed too hesitant to give in and apologize.
"You were asking for it, okay?"
Cain snorted, "Sure, sure... Whatever."
With his healing factor in place, the bump would disappear in a few seconds. However, that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
Lucia sighed and sat on the bed. Her face turned dark,
"We truly don't have any other options. Although this dome protects us, it is also a prison, in a way."
Cain frowned. Turning around, he stared at her.
A true beauty in her own right, Lucia had slightly tanned skin with very busty proportions. However, her demeanor was on the rougher side, so she seemed less feminine than the women he was used to.
That also made relating with her far more easier.
Cain sighed, "Well, I can understand that."
Lucia turned to stare at him,