That would have created an unnecessarily troublesome outcome.
So he conserved energy. He retreated.
Leaning against the rough bark, he allowed the faint scent of sap and dust to ground him while he regenerated.
Nearly an hour passed before he felt even a portion of his strength return.
When he finally opened his eyes, irritation flickered across his face.
"I truly need to consume human meat again," he muttered through gritted teeth.
With that thought, he pressed his left hand, where a strange symbol was embedded into the skin.
The mark responded instantly.
Voices began to echo in his mind, everything Angelina had spoken throughout the day.
He sifted through the memories coldly until reaching the moment she revealed everything to Ivy.
His expression darkened.
"Tch…"
He cursed softly.
"That woman truly cannot be trusted."
