Chapter 446 – I Will Wear the Maid Dress Here and Now
"Do you want to kiss me?" Seraphim asked, her face dangerously close to Theophane's.
Theophane's heart skipped a beat at that question. She looked at Seraphim's face, at the scars mapping it, and noticed how each one of them seemed to glow red at that instant.
She looked next at her blood-red eyes, cold and filled with amusement, and finally at her lips. Her throat dried like parchment, and her body quivered subtly in this woman's grasp.
A woman before whom, ever since she had first seen her in that runic elevator, Theophane couldn't help but feel small.
Seraphim carried herself with a presence that made it seem as though nothing in this world could ever bring her down, like a sword that had endured a thousand battles, its blade webbed with cracks from edge to edge, yet still refusing to break, no matter how many times it was struck.
