Irene
I look at the doors of the emergency room, panic settling in my veins like air. Beads of sweat stick to my forehead, dripping down my eyebrows and lashes.
"Please let her be okay moon goddess," I clasp my hand together, my heart pounding hard.
Her narration of what transpired between her and Kai, comes back to play in my head.
"And who exactly is that creature who thinks he's so powerful?" I place my hands on my hips, creases forming on my brows.
I need help. From someone who's stronger, and way more powerful.
Who would that be?
I sit down on a chair, still frantically raking my head for a powerful figure that I could be well acquainted with.
Tch.
I'm fucking poor! Of course I'm not even–
I pause.
Lucien Reynolds.
My heart skips a beat, then thuds a little.
"No way," I shake my head, "That fucker isn't an option," I mutter.
