Zena's expression turned pitiful as she moved closer to Setan, her clothing slipping even lower.
"But I'm still shaken… I can't walk," she said softly.
Setan didn't so much as glance at her. "Then rest for a moment. I'll wait."
Zena rolled her eyes at him.
What is wrong with this male? Is he incapable or what? Ignoring a beauty like me… won't even carry me?
Grinding her teeth, she quietly released her ability again.
Let's see how you refuse me now.
A sweet, intoxicating scent drifted into Setan's senses. Heat stirred within him, a restless urge rising as a faint haze clouded his eyes.
Then suddenly—Nina's face flashed through his mind.
His gaze cleared instantly.
Still… that little female smells better.
Zena leaned toward him, letting herself fall into his arms, but she missed.
Staggering, she nearly fell.
Setan had already stepped aside the moment he sensed it, putting even more distance between them. His expression darkened slightly.
