Chapter 125

KYRA

Water trailed down her chin as she snatched the face towel from the hook, pressing it to her face. Inhaling deeply, she cursed as the unexpected rush of Rune's words flooded her thoughts.

In a relentless struggle spanning hours, she fought to banish his echoing voice—words that had deeply wounded her. Regret seeped in as she wished for the satisfaction of his blood staining her knuckles in the midst of it all.

"...𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎."

First of all, fuck Rune; he knew nothing about her; talk more about who she wanted to please. If he thought she had more grace than them because she was the godfather's 'princess,' then he fucking had to rethink.

She slammed the towel to the sink, pressing her palms to hold her weight as she sized her reflection in the mirror. She was here all thanks to her ability, and she'd like to see them prove otherwise.

The quiet rap on the door snapped her back to the present. Straightening up and ra