Seleyena stood completely frozen in place.
Her chest rose and fell, her breaths coming slower and slower as the shock paralyzed her lungs. Her dark pupils quivered erratically as she stared at the bloody heart.
She had just begun to genuinely fall for Cruxius. She was being driven by the intoxicating high of last night, those few wild, dirty hours where something fragile had finally cracked open inside her soul.
But seeing this…
This wasn't just simple devotion.
This was clinical insanity. It was absolute, unfiltered worship.
Seleyena suddenly felt incredibly puny. She felt far too small standing in front of this quiet woman who seemed to represent the absolute, terrifying pinnacle of obsession and twisted love.
And yet... this same, insanely jealous woman seemed to openly allow Cruxius to sleep with her? It made no logical sense.
Darithi slowly turned to face her. Her golden eyes seemed to actually glow in the dusty, yellow light of the shrine.
