Bending to the Lycan's Warth
“Oh, you brought her! I don't believe it! You know, Edwina, we should consider a partnership. You always deliver! What am I even saying? You are my partner, Edwina!”
I clapped in acknowledgment.
"D-Damien, where is my mother?" Edwina stammered in fear but I had no time for her drama.
"Well, hand the parcel over to me, and I will give you your mother," I demanded, eager to begin the process.
Meanwhile, the bride emerged from the chariot's shaft, disoriented, and seemingly puzzled by her surroundings. The scraps of the drug's haze clung to her senses as she surveyed the eerie scene unfolding before her.
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