I much preferred “vengeful goddess.”
Relief washed over Oliver instantly. His brow smoothed, his lips uncurled, even his posture straightened.
Freed from any moral dilemma, he pulled Lina onto the vehicle without hesitation, shielding her behind him.
Without looking back, he said, “I was going to save you, Zayla. But since you insist on giving Lina the chance, I respect your choice. I’ll protect her. We’ll come back for you, Zayla. Just hold on.”
And with that, he shut the door.
From inside, I could hear his low, soothing voice as he comforted Lina.
He was so afraid I’d change my mind that he wouldn’t even waste a second.
How laughable. Did Oliver think everyone was as pathetic as he was?
He made a choice, then regretted it. And when things fell apart, he pushed the blame onto me.
I would never be that kind of coward.
Last time, I was the one Oliver dragged onto the vehicle. He had held me tightly, shielding me from the bloody carnage outside, whispering that he didn’t want me to see the horrors of the apocalypse.
