Arwen paused, her eyes growing stubborn. "... you aren't going to stop me from finding out the one who did this to me."
"Moon —"
"Husband," she cut in, not allowing him to refuse her. "I promise I won't try to remember the past I have forgotten, but this one thing, I am not going to accept. I need find out to move on from this. I am going to ask Granna. And you can't stop me from that."
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Meanwhile, at the same time, back in the restaurant —
Zenith tried to keep her rationality, but under the doze of the dug, it simply seemed slipping away.
Her legs felt weak, yet she tried her beast to avoid the three men who were eyeing her like prey. She stepped back desperately but carefully, holding the edge of the table, chair whatever helped her.
But with every step she backed away, those three men walked towards her, their look so dirty that she wanted to dig a hole just so that she could escape from them.
