C152 A Hand for Aid
Asmodeus stood waiting, his expression unreadable, his piercing gaze locked on her. The air between them hung heavy with unspoken tension, and Marina braced herself, knowing every interaction with him was a dangerous dance. This could be the moment when he began to suspect her true intentions—or the one where she took another step toward exacting her vengeance.
He let out a suppressed chuckle
