The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 164

Diana’s pov

“Where’s the dagger?” I asked.

“Don’t be so impatient. Didn’t I say, as long as you fulfill my demands, I’ll give you the dagger back?” The mountain wind tousled Avia’s hair.

She smiled, like a devil.

I took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the hatred and anger churning inside me.

“So, what are your demands?” Avia lowered her head, twirling her meticulously cared–for violet nails, her crimson lips curling slightly.

“First, hand me your phone.” I furrowed my brow, not understanding why she would ask, but I still handed her my phone.

“What about the unlock code?” she asked.

I recited a sequence of numbers.

I finally realized what Avia was up to.

After unlocking my phone, she went straight to the messages and deleted all the conversations between

me and her.

“I won’t give you a chance to complain to Nathan,” she smirked triumphantly.

I glanced at her, too disinterested to even engage in conversation.

After thoroughly inspecting my phone to ensure there was nothing incriminating, she tossed it back to

1. me.

“Do you have any other demands?” I asked after pocketing my phone.

Avia looked at me with a gleeful yet malicious gaze.

She slowly opened her mouth and said, word by word-

“Second, I want you to kaneel down and beg me.”

I wasn’t surprised by Avia’s request.

She had always detested me, seizing every opportunity to humiliate me.

Kneeling before such a vicious, calculating, and foolish woman was undeniably difficult.

of Ryley’s blood–soaked face, my inner resistance was

was just

was worth it to

my lips, feeling as if sharp knives were slicing my

the mountaintop turned bone–chilling, piercing every

teeth tightly, my

smug gaze, I began

knee touched the

my flesh felt like they were covered

trying to calm the humiliation

her arms, looking down at me.

“You wretch, you still have

nails dug into my palms, pain shooting through my brain

then used all my willpower to

burst into laughter.

Diana, aren’t you impressed? Aren’t you

proud? But

on the mountaintop,

right shoulder, and menacingly

external pressure caused my

“Look at how pathetic you are now! So pitiful, so laughable! Do you really think you’re worthy of competing

she spoke, she increased the

knees, and cold sweat

sensation of having me beneath her foot, laughing grotesquely with red eyes.

myself to maintain a straight

I had chosen to forsake my pride and

looked up at

her bag and waved it in front

hadn’t suffered any

demands, so please give me back the

a piece of trash, do you really think I care? Since you want it, I’ll

reached out eagerly to

suddenly let out

hand and

“No-”

the edge of the cliff, trying to catch the dagger.

was too late.

abyss, swallowed by the rushing

a

sharp and arrogant laughter rang

you.

moment, I forgot everything, consumed by one intense