I listened to everything from the shadows, my blood simmering with quiet rage.
The moment Peter disappeared into the room and the door clicked shut, I shrank my God Speed domain to a pinpoint and appeared right beside Helena on the sofa — so fast that the cushion barely dipped under my weight.
Helena was lost deep in her own terrified thoughts, staring blankly at the floor. She didn't even notice me sitting less than a foot away from her. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, her body still shaking from the trauma of the night.
For a few seconds, I simply watched her — this woman whose lust had indirectly given me a second life and god-like power. She looked so small and fragile now, nothing like the moaning, ass-spreading slut I remembered.
I reached out slowly, my fingers brushing the air between us as my voice cut through the thick, terrified silence like a velvet blade.
"Helena…"
