Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 417 I'm Yours Tonight

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As Yael placed a flower crown on my head, I noticed Whitney quietly walking toward Taylor in the distance.

Taylor was smoking when Whitney slipped her arms around him from behind.

I immediately understood her intention-Whitney was trying to compromise herself to get the antidote from Taylor for me.

That fool!

I couldn't let her humiliate herself like this.

Taylor quickly dropped his cigarette and pulled her into his arms in surprise.

My view was abruptly blocked.

Yael stood in front of me, his expression a mix of obsession and unsettling tenderness. "Chloe, could you not look at anyone else? Just look at me, okay?"

His tone was polite, almost pleading, but I had a strong feeling that if I refused, he would chop off my head -the next moment.

Reluctantly, I turned my gaze to him. He opened his palm, revealing a grasshopper woven from blades of

grass.

"Do you like it, Chloe?"

I nodded. His hands were indeed skillful.

Seeing my approval, his face lit up with happiness. "I can also make little rabbits, bears... Chloe, what do you like? Why don't I make them all for you?"

He tugged me toward a grassy patch near the edge of a cliff, urging me to sit.

Behind us loomed the steep drop, while in front, a sloping field of grass swayed like waves in the wind.

The valley was empty, save for our group. It was vast, tranquil, and eerily serene.

Why wasn't Carter here to share this beautiful scenery with me?

Yael picked some fresh grass and placed it in my hand. Chloe, let me teach you how to make a rabbit."

and Taylor, I

forced a smile, seemingly trying to

she was willing to demean herself for my sake to curry favor with a man she despised. "Chloe, making a rabbit is simple. Just

here, I might as well go along with it. At least I'm

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and before long, I had crafted a small rabbit.

"Chloe, you're amazing! Let's move on to making a

but think he would make a

was far from that of a

through night markets. Now, he had me spending an entire afternoon crafting handmade trinkets. Yael always smiled at me.

was a strange

was starving. Yael, however, looked utterly satisfied,

here tonight. The stars

stomach let out a

sorry-1 lost track

gathered the crafts

wanted to send them to Carter, Whitney,

on my phone, asking him

darkened.

far. How

face twisted in displeasure.

I froze.

differently from the

I picked a little duck from the crafts and placed

brightened. "Chloe,

Inodded.

a duck? I thought you'd see me

another message. This

is a little ugly

in the wrong place and

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I'm

sense of existence.

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the secrets of that organization. If I could persuade him to surrender,

the message repeatedly. When he looked up, there was a faint