However, her internal energy was at its limit, trying to fend off the corrosive, poisonous fog. If she refused to do as Darryl suggested, she would die right there and then. The thought of dying and rotting away in the toxic fog sent chills down Lillian's spine and, though she struggled, she was left with no option but to accept her reality. She bit her lips reluctantly and walked into Darryl's embrace to share the animal's skin.

'What a wondrous scent,' Darryl thought as his senses were attacked by a sweet fragrance so overwhelming that he felt almost like he was drunk. His eyes wandered as he looked at Lillian from a close distance. He had to admit that Lillian's figure was truly close to perfection and, with their bodies pushed up against one another, the atmosphere between them instantly turned dubious. Any Blood Thorn member would have been stunned if they had to bear witness to the moment when their prideful and fearless leader admitted defeat to Darryl. When she sensed Darryl's