Chapitre 640: Helpless

Nefretiri

I stared at Quinten exactly as anyone would, like he was out of his mind.

Why did this keep happening? Was it impossible for all these people to get it through their thick skulls that I didn't want to be with anyone else? The person I wanted was Ivan, and that was my final verdict on the subject. But, no. Everyone kept trying to pull me in their direction by force, and for what? For me to give them power?

"Touch me or my pup, and you'll wish you were dead!" I warned, meaning every word. I may have never killed anyone before, but for my children, I'd become a serial killer.

"You think you have a choice?" He rolled his eyes at me, unimpressed by my bravado, but I wasn't pretending. If he tried to hurt Devin, he died. "This isn't your game, Fallen. You're just a set piece for the real players. A goal and prize."