Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound, and she instinctively moved back, only to have her wrists grasped tightly.

Odie was close, too close, his grey eyes gleaming with terrifying amusement.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid, my foot!"

With surprising strength, Sophie quickly broke free from Odie's grip and, in a swift motion, slapped him across the face. The slap seemed to release all the pent-up frustration and resentment she harbored in her chest.

This bastard had treated her like prey, engaging in a tense and thrilling chase.

"Mr. Odie!" Gattlin turned pale at the sight.

The impact of Sophie's slap had left Odie's cheek red, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of his mouth. He nonchalantly wiped the blood away and smirked.

"In all these years, you're the first to make me bleed."

"Is that so? I can make you bleed

piqued as he looked down at Sophie on the ground. With a casual gesture,

a small knife from his belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both your hands and send one to Colby and the other

people who found joy in others' pain

go mad." Sophie's tone was ice-cold, showing no

smile gradually faded as

the fearless defiance

eyes. He

actually harming her. He

beg for mercy on her knees, but her eyes showed none of the

towards one of Sophie's hands. Sophie

knife hit the deck,

that." Odie stood up

"Yes, sir!"

mercenaries, turning her back