The door opened with a bang. Ricca entered with an unconscious Jacob on her back as she made her way towards the table.
"You look quite good. Did someone give you a makeover?" asked Dana. Her words were full of sarcasm.
Ricca placed Jacob on top of the table. Her face was covered up with her own blood. That bitch really did a number on her. How the hell could a human inflict a 'permanent' injury to her? No matter how much she tried to heal herself, she simply couldn't.
Dana's eyes flashed with recognition when she saw Jacob's unconscious figure. A doubt crept in her heart. With a shocked voice, she asked, "Did that woman... that omega did this to you?!"
Gritting her teeth, Ricca took a seat on a chair, recalling all the events vividly. That woman said that she didn't lose... but in reality, she lost... like everyone else did.'
