Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3122

Andrew thrust once, then twice, then a third time into Nyx beneath him. The fair-skinned beauty lay with her eyes half-closed, soft moans escaping her lips.

After a long while, the storm finally passed.

Nyx felt as if her entire body were falling apart. Her thighs, especially, were weak and sore, but her delicate face wore a blissful, satisfied smile.

She wrapped her arms around Andrew's arm and murmured sweetly, "Honey, you're so amazing."

Outside, the night was deep, while inside, warmth and passion lingered.

Andrew's muscular upper body was fully exposed, his physique well-defined with lean, attractive lines rather than the bulky build of a pure bodybuilder.

Before long, Nyx drifted into a deep sleep, and Andrew quietly got out of bed and stepped onto the balcony.

On the nearby rooftop, someone had been sitting there for some time. When she saw Andrew step out with only a blanket wrapped around him, those golden eyes instantly turned cold with killing intent.

Andrew's expression remained equally impassive as he stared back at her. The Godslayer was within easy reach.

Arya stood up, her tall figure looking even more striking in her golden battle armor. She moved toward Andrew step by step, light and silent like a hunting cat.

Arya said coldly, "I don't want to disturb Nyx, and I want even less for her to fight to the death for you. If you're a real man, come with me somewhere else and settle this once and for all."

Andrew replied icily, "I've already told you, I have no grudges with the Cathedral. I'm not the Fallen One you claim I am, not some blasphemer, and certainly not darkness or evil. You keep hounding me relentlessly. Is there something wrong with you?"

Andrew sneered. "Setting aside whether you could actually kill me without paying a massive price, do you know how strong the forces under my command are right now? The Highland Tribe warriors are at my disposal. If something happens to me, Arya, my people won't care about the Ludendorff family anymore.

"They won't worry about the Dark Clans either. They'll have only one thought, and that's to attack the Cathedral army with everything they've got. I imagine that even if they can't shake the Cathedral's overall strength, it'll be more than enough to inflict devastating losses on your Cathedral forces here in the Wastelands. When that happens, the Dark Clans and the Ludendorff family will wipe you out effortlessly."

Arya's golden eyes narrowed. "You think that kind of threat works on me? Andrew, I'm the Cathedral's Battle Angel. I fear no battle."

Andrew snorted. "Fine then, go ahead and make your move right now."

Arya flared with anger. "You…"