Friday, 7:20 pm.
The rain fell like a curtain of liquid lead over the city. Maren stood with her clothes clinging to her body and the cold seeping into her bones.
Every drop of water sliding down her neck felt like a reminder of the magnitude of her betrayal. The air she exhaled formed a small cloud of mist in front of her face, a trace of life amidst the violet gloom of the lightning.
A few meters away, the luxury car rested under the rain, a beast of black metal emanating the same authority and Alpha aura as its owner.
She let out a tremulous sigh, feeling that every step toward that door was a sentence. There would be no turning back. Once she entered there, there would be no way to go back to being the girl she was before.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the automobile was radically
