Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2964

Only after Viktor's head was reduced to a complete mess did Nyx suddenly lose her strength and collapse sitting on his skull. Then, tears fell from her eyes.

Andrew checked his injuries and found they were not particularly serious. However, seeing Nyx cry left him stunned. "Nyx, what's wrong?"

Nyx suddenly jumped down and threw her arms around Andrew.

A faint, dark fragrance filled his nose, unexpectedly pleasant. At least it diluted the foul, bloody stench of the werewolf.

"Andrew, I was so scared just now! I was terrified you'd be killed like my brother. If that happened, another person I care about would be dead, leaving only me!"

As she spoke, the usually strong and icy female assassin broke down and sobbed.

Feeling her trembling shoulders and back, Andrew sighed softly and said, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, the comfort only made Nyx cry harder.

Andrew stopped talking, understanding that Nyx must have been frightened just moments ago. Therefore, it triggered those unbearable, terrifying memories from the past.

That was why she suddenly became so vulnerable.

After quite a while, Nyx stopped sobbing. Turning to wipe away her tears, she said awkwardly, "I'm sorry. I got emotional just now."

Andrew looked at the glimpse of golden hair peeking from under her hood and her tall, slender figure. Without reason, a surge of hot blood rushed to his head, and he pulled Nyx toward him.

She let out a delicate cry as her lips were immediately sealed by Andrew's.

Andrew kissed her forcefully, leaving no room to retreat.

Nyx instinctively tried to resist. But then her mind went blank, all strength drained from her body, and she went limp in Andrew's arms. Her blue eyes widened, filled with shock, embarrassment, and disbelief.

Yet slowly, that look dissolved into a dazed haze. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Andrew, and began to respond.

Ever since following Reginald, she had trained day and night in assassination techniques and martial arts. Beyond that, she did not care about anything else.

Deep in her heart, she had only one thought: revenge.

During this period, many great nobles in the Outlands had publicly expressed their affection for Nyx. However, she had no interest whatsoever; instead, she found it disgusting and nauseating.

But just now, she had almost been taken by force.

Nyx knew she could have resisted and pushed him away. She knew very well that if she truly wanted to, this man would never have been able to touch her.

Yet she did not understand why she had let him do whatever he wanted.

Did she actually want it?

Her scalp tingled as she felt tortured by the thought, mixed with wild imagination and deep shame.