Outside the cave, the rain was a torrential downpour. A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the storm clouds churning between Thorne's brows.
Curled up in the blankets, Evangeline blinked innocently. She ignored Thorne's sarcasm and covered her mouth with a theatrical flair. "I think I saw you crying yesterday," she said, her tone deliberately affected.
'So she has some fire in her today. Then who was it yesterday, holding her blood-soaked body and roaring like a madman?'
Thorne's fingers stopped mid-motion, his knuckles turning white.
He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face twitching. The taste of rust filled his mouth.
'The moment she was on the brink of death, vomiting blood and passing out, his mind had gone completely blank. At that moment, the Beast God Contract, the Contract Patterns—he had tossed them all aside.'
