"You Have Your Xinghe Now"

This man was not good for her—the girl deduced as she processed his words. Yet, she couldn't help but think about Olga. She wondered if exacting revenge with such fierceness had brought Olga any peace. Maybe it had. After all, she'd found her own solace within the ruthless embrace of her Ripper self more times than she could count.

"Xinghe."

The moment that familiar, deep voice washed over her, her defenses quivered, crumbling in its wake. She realized how intimate her and Diablos's position looked. In a swift, instinctive move, she parted from the man, putting distance between them, her gaze locking onto her Yuan's.

As the girl lowered her eyes to her hands, Xi Yuan narrowed his eyes at Diablos. Was he finding this amusing, her vulnerability?

"Out.", he commanded, striding to the windows and drawing the curtains with a quick pull, leaving the door wide open behind him.