Chapter 62. Familiar

No—that's not Titan anymore but Zayne Bloodfang.

The one she hated the most

The bastard she swore to kill no matter what. lounged on a dark velvet throne, shirt open, blood staining his collar, as if supervising the scene.

Two busty women that looked very healthy and totally different from the slut slaves were dressed like belly dancers stood by his sides massaging his shoulder.

They whisper to each other with smiles on their faces as they watched and enjoy the scene of the slaves being raped.

However, his face was blank, absent, a finger pressed to his temple like he was bored. In his other hand, a glass of wine swirled lazily.

Then he saw her.

His demeanor shifted. A smirk curled his lips.

Aria held his gaze, eyes burning with death itself.

He stood and strode toward her—casually stepping on the half-naked, half-conscious girls sprawled across the floor.

Just to piss her off.

However, she wa