Calvin’s POV
Pain radiated through my skull, each throb like a hammer slamming into my brain. My body was screaming at me to give up, to collapse, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay conscious. I couldn’t afford to pass out now.
Sherelle still had a tight grip on my chin, her nails digging into my skin as she looked down at me with a triumphant smirk.
"Lorien is no ordinary man," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
My eyes flickered to the red-haired bastard standing beside her, the one who had beaten me to a pulp with inhuman ease. He exuded power, his presence oppressive, crushing. His glowing crimson eyes watched me with bored amusement, as if he’d been expecting something far more entertaining than the pitiful wreck I was now.
Sherelle’s smirk widened as s
