Shiloh tasted the metallic taste in her mouth as she slowly loosened her jaw. She said coldly, "Let me go."

Andrew shook his head. "No."

Shiloh gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "You don't seriously think you've won, do you? Andrew, once my energy recovers, killing you won't be hard at all."

Andrew sighed and finally released her. "Then tell me, what will it take for you to let this go? I really am sorry about what happened."

He had no excuse left. Somehow, without realizing it, he had forced himself on her, and the thought alone made him feel both sick and absurd.

Back then, when Shiloh's memories were incomplete, she would often speak and act like a mischievous child. He had never once thought of her that way. But now, she was different. She was colder, darker, and strikingly beautiful.

She had become like a goddess of the night, mysterious and untouchable. Still, he never intended to claim her.

This whole mess felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Shiloh bit down on her lip