I Gave Him Nine Lives, He Gave Me a Pregnant Rival
I walked onto the altar, slowly stripped off my clothes, and sat, naked, on Kyle’s blood-stained body.
This was part of the ritual—I had to absorb the aura of his death to form the Pearl.
The first time, I was so ashamed. Now, I was just numb.
My fingernails sharpened into claws, and I sliced open my own stomach.
Ah—!
The pain was like someone carving out my insides with a rusty spoon, inch by inch. A soul-tearing agony made me curl into a ball.
I pulled out the blood-slicked Pearl and fed it to Kyle.