Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen
I grit through my teeth.
“Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.”
My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.”
Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically.
He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”