Boran's gaze sharpened.
His jaw clenched, and for the first time in hours, a thin thread of real anger flickered behind his usually composed expression.
"Watch your mouth..." he said quietly.
Moli stood with unhurried grace, wiping her bloodied fingers on the hem of her shirt. "Struck a nerve, didn't I?"
He didn't answer. He turned back to Wei Sheng's limp form on the floor.
The body was fading fast. His breathing was erratic now, barely audible wheezes, shallow like a leaky bellows.
The shredded skin around his shoulder was a mess of bite marks and dried blood.
Boran had told her to leave him usable. Not bleeding out like a butchered pig.
Moli walked closer, her presence taunting.
"Don't pretend you didn't like it. Seeing me break him. Watching how easy it is for someone to fall apart."
Her tone turned mocking.
"You chose me because I'm good at making things unravel. You just didn't think I'd start with one of your toys."
