Chapter 218:

Norah sampled the cake with just two bites before setting her spoon aside. Only a small portion had been eaten, leaving the majority untouched on the plate.

“Aren’t you going to finish it?” Sean asked.

“It’s overly sweet for my taste,” Norah replied.

Sean slid a freshly poured glass of lemonade toward her, a drink he had ordered while she sampled the cake.

“This should help cut through the sweetness,” he said.

After a couple of sips, the tart lemonade mingled with the residual sweetness in Norah’s mouth. She paused and then indulged in two more sips. Despite its sweetness, dessert had a way of lifting spirits.

toward the bag under the table and delivered chilling news in a steady voice. “Sean, ever wonder what’s inside there? It’s

out the twenty fingers. Norah’s expression remained stoic, her voice steady and unemotional as she disclosed

what she meant by fingers. He vividly recalled the scene outside the deserted factory where Norah, overwhelmed by the seeming guilt of inadvertently taking a life, had

idea that she could possess a bag of human

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After a brief pause, Sean’s gaze moved from the

Norah cleared the table, placed the bag

scent of blood wafted out, revealing a grotesque collection of human fingers. The cuts were clean, evidently done with a knife, and

Alice had been tormented. They had removed and used it to harm her, so I retaliated with iron wire from a construction site. They tore at her

intimidating me. But escape was futile. A simple slash across their throats was all it took to end their

unfeeling light in Sean’s eyes. Yet, what did that matter? If her actions could serve as retribution for Alice, any sacrifice was

she found herself enveloped

this,” Sean chided gently. He caressed her back tenderly and added, “Do you really think so little of me? Facing those men alone must

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