Chapter 161

Damn it!

The chains rattled again as I wrenched against them, useless and stubborn, the metal biting deeper, slick with my own blood.

Each clink sounded like a countdown.

Each breath felt borrowed.

Hervé hovered near the corpse he refused to name as such.

The Succubus wore Crisante like a silk shroud—hair glistening, lips soft, eyes wide with a tenderness crafted to disarm. Even knowing what hid b