Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2890

Climbing to higher ground, Andrew discovered that the Cerulean Tide had begun surging again. That meant he could not leave this godforsaken place for the time being.

Even so, he had to continue deeper into the heart of Wraith Graveyard. He needed to find out what was happening with Reginald as soon as possible.

Rosemary's eyes kept darting around, wishing she could tear Andrew limb from limb. She tried to stand up but found she could not muster even an ounce of strength. It seemed that Andrew had subdued her using methods that were, she had to admit, quite effective.

She racked her brain, searching for any way to break free.

From above, Andrew watched her uneasily shifting figure with a cold smile and did not interfere.

Rosemary suddenly shouted, "I want to make a deal with you! Dragging this out won't benefit either of us. Since you've already taken what was mine, I'll accept it. Right now, I need to leave Wraith Graveyard and return to Lomuia. Name your terms. What will it take for you to let me go?"

Andrew leaped down and looked her up and down. Her skin had an indescribably pale quality. It was as white as cream, seemingly devoid of any color, so pale that it practically glowed.

Upon examining Rosemary's features, she was the epitome of a Western beauty. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, her eyes a brilliant azure. She had a small mouth and a slender neck.

Seeing Andrew seemingly admiring her beauty, Rosemary said coldly, "If you are thinking of sleeping with me, then just do it. As long as you feel satisfied afterward and let me go, that is fine."

Andrew shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm not interested right now."

Rosemary scoffed. "Not interested? You're a hypocrite, you know that?"

Andrew laughed. "Was I supposed to say I want to ravage you badly? Would you find that more honest?"

Rosemary was finally overwhelmed by shame and anger. "You…"

Andrew lifted her chin with one hand, his smile full of mockery.

Rosemary defiantly tilted her neck up, deliberately pushing her chest forward toward him. "Come on, trust me, this kind of opportunity might only come once in your lifetime! I'm the Ivory Seraph of Lomuia Grand Cathedral, devoted to the Lord. If you have your way with me, it would be blasphemy, the ultimate release. For heathens like you, this should be irresistibly tempting."

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