Michaela didn't move. She could tell he was lying just by looking at him.
Still, that didn't change the situation. He stood right there, and the devils were gone.
That meant he beaten them.
Escaping his grip was impossible. She had no power left. Her existence depended on the Holy Grail—and he was its new owner. Anything he wished for could be granted by it.
But she didn't tell him. He was the last person who should know such function.
"Why do you look afraid? Don't you believe me? After everything I did to bring you back?"
She kept watching him, her guard rising. "That's not it. I just—"
He tilted his head. " That was the deal, remember? You will become mine after saving heaven."
She looked down. "Give me some time to prepare myself. I'm still feeling weak right now."
Reign saw the hesitation. "You asked for help. I gave you victory. I made it happen. All I want—"
She turned her face, sensing what he was about to do.
But he moved faster. His lips brushed hers.
