That might be the case, but I’m not taking any chances. I don’t care what her intentions are, the fact that she’s overly interested inmyMoe bothers me.
Her pale eyes drift over me with mild disinterest before settling on the contract mark circling my wrist. Something flashes across her expression—recognition, quickly followed by understanding.
“Ah,” she murmurs. “So that’s how it is.”
Cold unease coils in my stomach.
She looks to Moe again.
“You two are bound together.”
Neither of us answers.
The woman tilts her head slightly, studying us with such focused intensity that it feels less like observation and more like dissection.
Her gaze alternates between Moe and me as if she could read some hidden information. Then, it seems she gets it when her expression sharpens.
“Well,” she says softly. “I suppose it can’t be helped.” Then she smiles. “How interesting fate is.”
“Who are you?” I demand, sick of all her cryptic words. I push Moe behind me, assuming a protective stance.
Her eyes meet mine and there is faint irritation in them.
“The only reason you remain alive,” she replies brusquely.
My teeth grind together.
“Then let me rephrase.” My voice comes rough and low. “Why did you save us? Don’t you want the points?”
A smile curves her mouth.
“No,” she says. Her gaze shifts behind me and settles on Moe once more. “I did not save you. I savedher.”
Both Moe and I stare at her in confusion.
“You,” she continues, “were simply attached to something I found worth preserving.”
She keeps staring at Moe in a way that I don’t like—Ihateit.
I half turn toward Moe, my arm outstretched to keep her back. “I don’t have a good feeling about this,” I whisper to her before I turn to the female. “Stay away from her. She’s mine. The mark says it already. She’s bound to me.”
She raises a brow at me, after which she bursts out laughing.
“You think you are in a position to make demands?” Her voice reverberates within the environment, making everything vibrate at an atomic level.
This is strength, even though I’m reluctant to admit. Her mere words can cause ripples around us.
A shiver of fear goes through me, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—not even when I thought I was going to die.
This type of terror is primal, on such a deep level I cannot seem to move a muscle.
She is stronger than anyone I have ever encountered. Perhaps stronger than everyone in this realm.
Then what is she doing here? Just who the hell is she?
As much as her power terrifies me, it’s nothing compared to the fact that she’s seemingly interested in Moe.
My Moe.
