Just when it seemed like the situation couldn't get any worse, it did.
"I… thought you were my friend, Nica."
Selene let out a slow sigh, disappointment settling across her face. But it didn't linger for long. She was already used to this sort of thing.
"You weren't any different from the rest of them, huh?"
Adam closed his eyes and groaned quietly at the sight of his niece looking so defeated. He had been asked to escort Selene through a Leak—not get dragged into some messy drama that ordinary people somehow always found themselves in.
Leona would hate this.
He glanced upward, instinctively searching for Selene's video drone, but quickly caught the glint of metal on the ground instead. The drone had already been shattered into pieces.
"Well, that's good."
"D-don't move!" Nica yanked on her whip, tightening the thorn-covered vines wrapped around Selene's body. The sharp points hovered only millimeters away from piercing her skin. "D-Dave! Come here!"
