'Hey, stop blaming me unfairly!' I protested.
'Unfairly? Unfairly?!' Luna's voice rose in sheer indignation. 'Not only did I have to witness the Saintess—the future Saintess, mind you—this possessive over a man, but now she's also kinky?! Oh Lord! I have made a mistake! I have chosen the wrong one! Please, grant me forgiveness!'
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
'Who the hell are you even praying to?!'
Luna ignored me.
I took a slow, steadying breath and looked back at Rachel, who was still sprawled on the bed, wrists cuffed, golden hair fanned out over the pillows. She was watching me with an expression that was far too satisfied, as if she enjoyed watching me suffer.
I gulped.
And then—
The magnetic door slid open.
"Rachel, I was looking for you—"
Alastor Creighton stepped inside.
I stiffened.
'Why is a King searching for her personally instead of having his staff do it? Or, I don't know, calling her phone like a normal human being?!'
