"Go, look for them! They're all heavily injured, probably dying by now. We just need to find their bodies and bring them back to the boss. He'll have his fun with that motherfucker before sending him to hell. After all, that bastard still has that pretty face—wouldn't be a waste to have some fun with it, even if he's already dead. His ass will still work just fine."
The words came out like venom, dripping with vile intent, and the man laughed cruelly.
Hera's blood turned to fire at the sound of those words. She clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, her entire body trembling with rage.
Without thinking, she wanted to charge in, tear that bastard's tongue out, and make him regret ever speaking about Leo like that. But she knew she couldn't—she had to stay calm. Her fury, though, burned through her like an unrelenting storm.
