Not A Small-Town Girl

Just then, a woman in a crimson dress appeared before Danielle. Her chestnut waves cascaded down her back, and she radiated a captivating, almost sinister beauty.

"Danielle, we finally meet," the woman said, her red eyes gleaming with malice. "What a pity about your little experiment subjects. You will join them soon enough."

Danielle clutched her head, staring at the woman in front of her. The mask-wearers had been her doing—this woman’s, that is. Her blood-red eyes were filled with a hunger for destruction.

With a swift movement, Danielle charged toward her, aiming to strike her face with a punch. The woman, however, gracefully dodged, a cruel smile curving her lips. "I must admit, Danielle, I’m impressed. You’re still so quick despite the poison clouding your mind."

Danielle, her mind a blur but her senses sharp, analyzed the woman in front of her. She didn’t recognize her, but the woman seemed to know her all too well. Her fighting skills were formidable, but Danielle cared little for that now. The woman’s minions had hurt Xavier, and she was going to make her pay for it.

The red-dressed woman launched a sidekick aimed at Danielle’s head. Danielle sneered, easily evading the strike with a tilt of her head. In one swift motion, she reached out, grabbing the woman’s leg and yanking it sharply. The woman wobbled, almost losing her balance. But with a quick spin, she aimed her other foot at Danielle’s chest.

Before the kick could land, Danielle reacted instantly, kicking the woman square in the chest. With an explosive push, the red-dressed woman was sent flying fifty feet away.

she moved,

There, hanging in the air, was Matthew—bloodied and tethered to an explosive

taste surged in Danielle’s mouth as the poison in her system flared up

soaked in blood, lay motionless nearby. Matthew was on the brink of death, and Danielle herself was on the

grabbed a silver needle from her pocket and pressed it into an acupoint, trying to stop the poison from

cruelly. "I didn’t think you’d last this long. Looks like you know exactly what kind of poison

is incurable. Every bone in your body will feel like it’s shattered,

sadistic pleasure. "It’s not just you, Danielle. The Darling

sank. He had only just found Danielle again, and now she was poisoned. He swore to himself he would find a cure, no matter the

could already smell the heavy stench of blood. An overwhelming sense of dread

gone wrong ahead. Stay sharp," Nathan warned, his voice tinged with