章 347: Not The Only One

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Luna's mouth opened to a silent scream, so afraid that this was just an illusion created by the Grand Torturer before it morphed into an insidious nightmare.

Swallowing the sour taste in her mouth, Luna's stomach rolled at the memories of the Morning Star's torment.

Luna shut her eyes tight, and her hands shook like a leaf as she slid her arms around his waist.

She fisted the fabric of his clothes as she buried her face around his chest.

As if sensing the anxiety closing in on her, Apollyon crooned, "You're safe now, my beloved wife."

His masculine scent was like a drug to her senses, and her fangs lengthened out of the blue.

Luna parted her lips to accommodate it, squirming in discomfort, but she had already bitten her lip, tasting blood.