POV: Lianne Deivin
If anything. If anything at all. I wanted for that wish to be granted.
That was the last thing I remembered before I snapped back into reality. Cain was still staring at me and my guess was, he doesn't even know that I just came from a trance.
I didn't feel the pain in my left lower torso anymore. Only the pain in my heart. It lingered onto me like a bee ready to pollinate a rose. I am no rose though, but I had thorns. And right now, my thorns were all directed to Cain.
Sudden anger flooded through me. Now that I remembered that vital information about my death, I didn't have any reservations about my feelings towards Cain anymore. Screw that brotherly love for him. He needed to feel my wrath.
I shifted my eyes to look at the monitor screen of the dungeon. Ruen look
