85. Choose yourself

[Diana’s POV]

The blasts kept getting wilder. The flames reached out towards us like gigantic talons of flames.

“We need to get out of here. The whole place is blowing up!” Ragnar said.

BOOM!

A sudden monstrous wall of fire isolated me and Kazeal from the others.

I looked around frantically, panting and breathing the ashes and searing air.

I looked around the flames frantically. Licking off the dryness of my lips, I gulped down the smoky ashes.

“Let go!” I tried to wrench my arm out of Kazeal’s grip, but his grip only got tighter. I drew out my gun and pointed at his head. “Let. Go. Kazeal.” I said, glaring at him.

His blank eyes sliced through my skin like ice blades. The eyes that looked down upon me when I was dying on the ground. The eyes that were killing me.

In my previous life and even in this life, this man standing before me, had immensely controlled me and my life. I was sure about one thing: he wasn’t the kind of person who would ever have a ‘no’ as an answer.

He