Chapter One Hundred and Eight

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT

The four women stare at me and I stare back, my heart pumping in anger and not a little bit of wariness. But it’s mostly anger.

But one look at them and their human faces doesn’t fool me now. They are definitely demons. All four of them are beautiful but it is the one who is standing at forefront, her brows raised who looks devilishly so. There is a dangerous edge to her beauty that makes me feel unnerved. They have on gorgeous dresses, the likes of which I’ve never seen before, stunning gowns that just scream wealth and privilege.

However, I refuse to be intimidated.

“Get up, Rina,” I say, tightly, dropping the whip on the ground, and helping her to her feet, all the while maintaining eye contact with the women. I can feel the pain in my hand where the barbs sliced into my flesh but I won’t show weakness

“My Lady-”

“Stay behind me,” I hiss, facing the women.

“Lady Mara, this must be the wolf-”