"That stupid bastard… I can't believe even in his weakest and most vulnerable state, he still acts like a jerk!"
Cissel's voice was a low snarl that cut through the oppressive silence of the northern fog. She continued walking aimlessly toward the West, her boots crunching violently against the blackened, frost-covered soil. Every step was fueled by endless rage that seemed to radiate from her very bones.
Her encounter with Ricky had been a disaster. The threats he had issued so casually, the way he had smugly presented the information he had gathered about her identity, and, worst of all, that specific, evil look that she had spotted before on his face, back at the last moment of her past life... It made her blood boil. It was the look of a man who was willing to do anything to achieve what he wanted, and he wanted her.
