"Hmm?"
"Why are you trembling?"
Yates Donovan looked down at her, a cruel, vicious smile on his lips. "You haven't betrayed me, have you?"
"…" Under his terrifying gaze, she gave a slight nod.
Yates Donovan stared at her for a long time before finally crushing his lips against hers.
Gasps and jeers erupted from the crowd. Her cheeks burned. She felt like an animal on display, filled with shame and anger.
But she didn't dare resist.
The man bit her ear viciously, his voice a breathy threat. "Don't worry. Even if you betray me, I won't have the heart to kill you."
"But…" His index finger traced a light path across her cheek. "You have to learn your lesson, don't you? People who betray me don't tend to meet good ends."
"Don't let me see you getting so close to them again, or else…"
"…Ngh!"
A sharp pain shot through her tongue, and tears instantly welled in her eyes. Their lips ground against each other, the taste of blood mixing between them.
