Chapter 39

"I send my kisses to you, through my darkened heart. At the end, you will be sitted by my side."

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"... Z-zarvoth... How... You—"

His grip on her tightened, his eyes locked onto hers, feeding off her fear. "... Belladonna? Am I right?"

She blinked at the sound of her name, uttered in his low, alluring voice. Up close, his chiseled features made her uneasy, despite his captivating beauty.

"You made this?" she asked breaking through her thoughts, with gaze drifting to the gown.

He nodded, his slow, deliberate movement sending shivers down her spine.

"… You sent that message in the basket?"

Another slight nod.

"That means you're the Raven Lord?"

Zarvoth rolled his eyes. "You ask too many questions, Belladonna. Let's keep this simple and quiet, allow me to treasure this moment with you.... Alone."