Raina North cried out in pain, yelling, "Corvus Hades, are you a damn dog? Let go of me!"
Corvus let Raina push him away, blood stained his thin lips, adding a bloodthirsty touch to his already handsome face.
He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and swallowed every trace of blood. The way he enjoyed it was as if he had savored the ultimate delicacy: "Orion Rivers, your provocation works well, but you must understand it won’t always succeed. One day, I will consume you."
Seeing that Raina was unmoved, he didn’t care and continued, "Orion Rivers, your resistance against me now, is it truly because you have no interest in romance, or is it because of that guy from The Dark Tower? If it’s just disinterest, that’s fine; after all, I only want your body. But if it’s for that guy from The Dark Tower, well, let me tell you, you’ve been kidnapped for so many days, covered in marks, can he still trust you?"
Raina finally understood, realizing that these past few days Corvus had allowed those followers to attack her, not just to restore her former skills, but to make Elias Hawthorne suspicious.
Her whole body was covered in bruises, hidden by her clothes, even if she talked until her lips were chapped, she couldn’t explain it.
Especially the blood stains around her neck, she couldn’t even clarify it if she jumped into The Serpent River.
Corvus observed the change in Raina’s expression, which improved his mood considerably.
Leaving these words behind, Corvus stood up, tidied his clothes, and walked out.
Earlier, when Corvus had made a move, Wraith had already quickly left the room, waiting at the door. When Corvus walked out with his clothes neatly arranged, Wraith was unsurprisingly shocked.
Corvus was visibly displeased: "What’s that look? Do you think I would resort to force?"
Wraith almost nodded.
How could anyone else know what kind of person his Emperor Hades was, if he didn’t?
His bottom line is having no bottom line.
These years, he hadn’t touched Orion Rivers simply because he took an interest in him.
However, Wraith wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. Over the years, whenever something involved Orion Rivers, his Emperor Hades seemed to go berserk.
Seeing Wraith dare not make a fuss, Corvus snorted coldly, somewhat satisfied; at least he had some sense.
Raina watched as the door closed and the footsteps gradually faded away; only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
This time, she was finally safe.
Every time, having to deal with such a powerful yet mentally unstable guy was truly exhausting.
Raina sat up from the bed, and as she got up, accidentally pulled her neck wound, causing her to gasp in pain.
Raina walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, lifted her clothes a bit, and seeing the few blood marks, cursed under her breath, wondering if Corvus was indeed a dog!
Suddenly, she saw other marks on her body in the mirror.
Raina pulled her clothes wider, revealing more bruises on her skin.
Corvus’s words echoed in her ears again: You’ve been kidnapped for so many days, covered in marks, can he still trust you?
She didn’t know, nor did she want to know.
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If she truly cared, she wouldn’t have let The Crimson Blade Hall’s people kidnap her.
Thinking about The Crimson Blade Hall, Raina suddenly remembered, they’ve been way too arrogant lately; if she doesn’t pay a visit, they might think they’re already the bosses of The Umbral Zone, invincible in the world.