Chapter 9:

Allison’s frown deepened as her teeth sank into his lip, the sharp taste of blood flooding their mouths.

It was a kiss—violent, unyielding, and raw.

Despite the blood trickling from his lip, Kellan didn’t pull back. Instead, his grip tightened, his touch growing harsher, and his breath becoming ragged.

Then, without warning, there was a loud, dull thud.

Allison, quick to seize the moment, broke free from his grasp. She drove her fist hard into his abdomen and followed up with a swift kick to his knee.

Caught off guard, Kellan crumpled to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth as if his insides had been ripped apart.

A searing heat began spreading through his body, leaving him gasping as he struggled to rise, though his strength failed him.

That was when he felt it—the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

From above, Allison stared down, eyes sharp, as though calculating her next move.

“You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. But this is where it ends,” she muttered. Her shoulders throbbed with pain, and she knew she wasn’t in peak condition. Still, it had been ages since she’d been pushed like this. With one hand bracing the wall, she reached for the light switch, wanting to see his face clearly. “You picked the wrong fight…”

But when her fingers touched the wall, she realized something was off—her skin was burning up.

It felt like an inferno was blazing inside her, creeping from her stomach and clawing its way upward, scorching her throat.

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That kiss, the one laced with the taste of blood, was no ordinary kiss.

Almost immediately, Allison realized something was amiss. She clenched her teeth and cursed herself for letting her guard down after leading a relatively quiet life. How had she let this happen? She never anticipated finding herself in such a predicament.

But the fire was taking its toll. Her rational thoughts began to blur as she reached for the light switch, her hand trembling.

Her body felt aflame, unbearably itchy, her throat as parched as if she’d been stranded in the desert for days. In her haze, Allison cursed whoever had concocted this drug. If only she had noticed sooner.

If she ever found out who was behind it, she’d make them pay tenfold. They’d be lucky if they didn’t end up as fish food by the time she was through with them!

Noticing her sudden disorientation, Kellan summoned the last reserves of his strength.

He lunged forward, his hands wrapping around her throat, pinning her against the table.

In one swift move, he drew a small dagger, its cold edge pressing against her side, the threat of death tangible in the air.

Allison’s gun remained pressed firmly against his chest. Their eyes locked in the darkness—no words exchanged, but both knew they were on the razor’s edge.

A wrong move, and it would all be over in a heartbeat. The tension crackled between them, thick with unspoken danger and something darker.

As the drug’s effects continued to churn inside her, the only sounds in the room were their labored breaths, the heavy silence loaded with undeniable, electric energy. Allison’s gaze flickered, while Kellan’s eyes, burning with barely contained restraint, met hers.

And then, without a word, they both leaned in, and their lips met briefly before diving into a fierce, intense kiss. Their fiery breaths intertwined passionately in the darkness.

The kiss, wild and bloodied, was no mere exchange of passion—it was a battle in itself, a fierce entanglement that blurred the lines between pleasure and pain.

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