Sang Luo awoke from a daze to find moonlight spilling across the floor.
The man stood by the bed, his robes disheveled and his eyes gloomy, his face still tinged with the flush of passion.
He clutched a gash on his side with one hand, fresh blood seeping through his fingers. His sinister gaze fell upon her, terrifyingly cold.
His voice sounded as if it were being forced through gritted teeth.
"What did you two—do!"
Biya was back.
The warmth on Sang Luo's face vanished. She climbed out of bed and, nursing a slight headache from a night of indulgence, pressed her temples. The soft bedding slid down her arm.
She was completely naked.
Her skin was dazzlingly white and delicate, marked with the lingering red traces of passion.
The man took two steps back.
He glanced down and saw the Soul Mark that had appeared on her right wrist. The flush on his handsome face drained away in an instant, leaving it deathly pale.
"He… how dare he use my body to be with you!"
