Chapter 225: Last Supper

'Warm'

That was what she felt as the heat from the fireplace encapsulated her body.

But contrary to what might be expected, her body was shivering in the cold. The fireplace might have warmed her up but it couldn't melt her frozen heart. From the moment she fell into despair she had lost all hope, and hope was the only thing that was keeping her heart warm. And now all that was left was fear and anxiousness.

'He is going to kill me.'

A strong killing intent kept tabs on her at all times. She wanted to instinctively run away from there either using her legs or her ability but her hunches were holding her back.

While her body was assaulted with such a plethora of sensations, her nose was assaulted by a familiar scent instead.

She opened her eyes only for the burning orange fire to be reflected into her emerald pupils.

*Crackle* *Crackle*