My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 137

“Ms. Nightshade, have you forgotten?”

Orion noticed her silence and loosened his grip around her waist by an inch.

“Do you need me to put you down so you can recall properly?”

“No, no, no!” Xanthea squeaked immediately, wishing she could bite his neck off, yet obediently cooed, “I haven’t forgotten, O–Ori, Orl!”

Listening to her melodious voice, tinged with a hint of coquetry, Orion tightened his hold on her waist. “What’s this “Ori‘?”

That despicable man, that freak, she had to endure it all!

Xanthea’s hands, clasped behind his neck, silently balled into fists. “I like Ori. I like Ori!”

“Who likes Ori?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Xanthea opened her mouth to bite his neck. “Orion, this is too much!”

Just as her sharp teeth neared Orion’s neck, Orion moved his hand slightly, and Xanthea immediately withdrew her teeth. “Me, me, it’s me!”

all together,

biting him was

out, she

Ori, I like Ori, I like Ori, okay? Is that enough? Mr.

desolate valley, rebounding in the

serene smile. “Hmm, Xan, I’m

you can take me out of here

spoke through gritted teeth, her anger nearly grinding her teeth

“Of course.”

sighed a heavy sigh of relief, she suddenly felt him halt,

trick

of swaying grass on a cliff,

Xanthea was puzzled.

the Marlowe family to see irises and had stumbled into a snake pit, chased by

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repeating the same trick, could it

thought you loved