Chapter 89
If there had been even a shred of relief among the women about becoming the scavenger's sex slaves, that illusion shattered.
It died the moment Ricu's blade slit through one of their throats without hesitation.
One of the chosen.
One breath she was alive.
The next she was bleeding out at his feet.
No remorse.
No flicker of emotion.
Not even annoyance.
It was not like killing a fly.
At least when someone kills a fly, there is irritation.
This was worse.
It was as if she had never been anything at all.
The chamber erupted into panic. Bodies trembling. Breath hitching. Some stepped back. Some collapsed to their knees.
All except two.
One woman who had long ago surrendered to despair, waiting for her turn to finally come so she could leave this cruel world behind.
And Selene.
Selene stood still.
Her gaze locked onto Ricu like a blade.
He could kill her at any second.
She did not care.
Ricu was one of her hottest targets.
