A narrow, open-air barbecue joint with greasy, glaring tables and chairs filled the air with the smell of cumin mixed with alcohol, and the rough cursing and lip-smacking sounds of the diners nearby. Nestor, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, sat across from her, his golden mask reflecting t
The man’s greedy eyes roved over Selina’s body. She was wearing a simple white jumpsuit that only exposed her arms, but even that was enough for the man’s mind to wander.“Why don’t you have a few drinks with us, and maybe buy us a round too,” the man said, licking his lips and swallowing, barely ab
The next second, a dull sound echoed through the air.The man had driven the iron skewer directly into Nestor’s side. Selina felt Nestor’s body stiffen as his hand pressed against the back of her head, urging her to bury her face in his chest. With his other hand, he casually swatted away the attack
When she pulled her hand back, it was covered in blood.Nestor hadn’t expected Selina to use such a trick, and before he could stop her, she had already uncovered the evidence of his injury. He thought she might say something, but instead, she remained silent, turning away and heading upstairs with
This was Nestor's first time seeing Selina throw a tantrum. She was full of energy, vibrant and alive.Nestor didn't say a word, obediently walking to the bed and lying down on her coat, just as she'd told him. Selina had slept on this bed earlier; her faint scent still lingered. A citrusy fragr
Remembering how Nestor had protected her last night, she actually felt angry—at him for not taking care of himself, and at herself for putting him in danger.After a complex three-second stare, Selina stood up. Her legs, numb from lying down, felt like ants were biting them. She stumbled, falling
Nestor grabbed the black shirt Selina had handed him and stormed out, his anger evident. Selina watched him go, then instructed Shadow Armor, "Have a bodyguard follow him." She'd wanted Shadow Armor to take Nestor to the hospital because she was worried he wouldn't go willingly; only Shadow Armor
Even before dusk, the room was already dimly lit. The house had no electricity, so Selina found a kerosene lamp and lit it.The faint light revealed expressions of disbelief on the faces of Nestor, Shadow Armor, and the others. She gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile.As a child, a lamp to ward