My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 28

No, she couldn’t let this continue. If she did, she was literally going to lose it!

Xanthea gritted her teeth, bracing herself to use all her strength to strike at Orion’s nape with her bare hands.

But just as she was about to make her move, Orion collapsed onto her with a loud thump, like a machine that had suddenly been switched off, completely incapacitated.

Xanthea blinked in surprise and quickly crawled out from under him.

She clutched her tattered dress and stood by the bed, her expression one of righteous indignation, like a damsel who had been wronged. She rushed to kick his peacefully sleeping face, but stopped her foot just before it could touch him. No woman could bring herself to mar such a perfect face, but how could she let him off without teaching him a lesson after all the trouble to keep her first kiss intact for two lifetimes!

Biting her lip, Xanthea was pondering which cruel retribution to use when she noticed his robe was disheveled, exposing his chest.

Wait! She had always wanted to see if he had the iris tattoo on his chest, to confirm if he was her lifesaver. What better time than now?

She carefully knelt beside him, poking his face several times to ensure he didn’t react before she felt relieved.

It seemed she wasn’t misled; men really do lose certain abilities after drinking.

and as a stunning blue-purple iris slowly unfolded on his right chest, Xanthea was

Was it really him?

saved her in the lake behind the garden

out he was her savior in a past

he had helped her so much, saved her life, and never told her. Was it just to be a good

the iris

the tattoo, which appeared to be old burn scars, probably from cigarette

would dare to torture the heir of the Lockwood

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the brutal family feuds within the Lockwood Group. If they were true, then like her, Orion was just a child at the time, with no chance to resist, which might explain his current cold, distant demeanor. Perhaps

sympathy, but her hand was suddenly

“Ah!”

in fright, quickly shaking off his hand and looking at him as he crashed again, standing

could she feel

embracing a person or a ghost tonight, and who were all those endearments and

up in a drunken frenzy and pinned her down again, she’d be utterly