Chapter 17: Twisted Part 3
Those words were like a slap across the face. Neo felt his heart race and his resolve waver. He knew she was right.
In a world where survival was the ultimate currency, everyone has a price.
But the thought of killing the others for his own survival was a hard pill to swallow.
He leaned back, setting her down gently. He needed to think, to breathe.
Before he could think though, her legs suddenly clamped around his waist, and she started tracing her fingers on his chest.
Glancing down at her, the warmth of her touch radiated through his shirt, making it difficult to think clearly.
"Kiss me," she offered, closing her eyes.
He studied her face, the softness of her features and the determination in her expression.
She was the prettiest among the women here, but it was her resilience and intelligence that captivated him.
Unlike the others, she relied on her mind, noticing things he didn't even consider, proving her worth.
At the same time, she was also the most dangerous. He couldn't read her at all. She was like a closed book, and the contents could either bring salvation or death.