Viellas POV
I leaned over the desk, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the blood stained pages. My arm was throbbed with a dull ache, but the irritation in my chest was much sharper.
"Damn... I am here, dealing with this rubbish book in this room, and they are having their lovely romance there," I muttered with irritation. Tsk.
My eyes landed on the words I had scribbled earlier : 'The male lead and female lead lived happily ever after.'
The sight of it made my stomach turn. Happily ever after? With her?
"Uh, should I just tear the page and write a new one?" I mused, tapping the pen against my chin.
"Maybe just give them a tragic ending. Yeah." A slow, wicked smirk played on my lips.
I unwound the bandage Lily had so carefully applied, ignoring the way my skin pulled. I took the metal pen and, with a sharp breath, stabbed the wound again.
"Hiss—it pains!"
I gritted my teeth, waiting for the fresh blood to flow. I didn't have time to be a wimp.
