Lucy's POV “What mess did you create out there?” Alessandra’s cold voice dragged me out of my reverie. I darted my eyes to the window, subconsciously biting my lower lip. “No mess, I am here for the herbs and perfume. Did you bring it?” I asked, going straight to the point. Alessandra gave me a knowing look, her lips pulled up in a twitch before rolling her eyes. “Why would you want me to give you that when you haven’t achieved anything? You seem like a lost cause; it’s better if I let you die there,” She threatened. I scoffed, leaning my back on the chair, “Leave me to die? That creative, but not good enough, Alessandra. Who said I haven’t achieved anything? I need the herbs to live, and you need me. This deal is a transactional one, and you can’t treat me like I'm your pet,” I retorted sharply, glaring daggers at her. I saw her vein pop out, as if my words touched a good spot. She needs to be irritated and angry, but not too much. Both of them should stop acting like jerks, it
Last Updated : 2025-07-31
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