Chapter 59
Lina's POV
If Kain thought he was the only one who knew how to play dirty, he was severely mistaken.
The sting in my inner thighs was agonizing, a sharp, burning heat that made my teeth chatter, but every drop of blood pooling beneath my dress was worth it.
Under the heavy folds of my cloak, while Louis had been crushing the daylight out of Kain's face, I had taken the small, bloodied blade I had taken with me out of Kain's room and dragged it straight down the skin of my inner legs. Deep enough to bleed like a butchered calf. Shallow enough to keep me from bleeding to death.
He wanted a tragedy? I'd give him a goddamn masterpiece.
'Can you be more considerate of me, you ingrate. It takes energy to heal your wounds dumbass.'
Ohh my goodness, Carla. She was back. I missed her. Well, not like I was ever going to admit it. I was so scared I had lost her again.
'I can hear your thoughts you know. I missed you too.'
