Chapter 33 Meeting With Nathan

• (Reya’s POV)
• “Arghhhhh, that annoyingly FREAKING PRICK, it’s all because of him. He’s doing all of this on purpose, trying to make me quit. Huhh, you wish.” I cursed Ragnar, as I looked my state in the mirror, banging my hands at the slap. My hair were rough and frizzy, the face looked all bare and pale. The collars of my coat were twisted, and my stockings were ripped because of all that sprinting without any footwear.
• Bending down, I took my heels off carefully. Then, removing the torn stockings, I threw them into the trash can. My soles were sore and red. There were a few cuts and abrasion all over my feet. Cleaning my feet with sanitizer, I hissed. Then, I took out the band aids, stuck them on the affected parts, though they couldn’t cover all the chapped part but at least it was doable for the time being.