However, her internal energy was at its limit, trying to fend off the corrosive, poisonous fog. If she refused to do as Darryl suggested, she would die right there and then. The thought of dying and rotting away in the toxic fog sent chills down Lillian's spine and, though she struggled, she was left with no option but to accept her reality. She bit her lips reluctantly and walked into Darryl's embrace to share the animal's skin.
'What a wondrous scent,' Darryl thought as his senses were attacked by a sweet fragrance so overwhelming that he felt almost like he was drunk. His eyes wandered as he looked at Lillian from a close distance. He had to admit that Lillian's figure was truly close to perfection and, with their bodies pushed up against one another, the atmosphere between them instantly turned dubious. Any Blood Thorn member would have been stunned if they had to bear witness to the moment when their prideful and fearless leader admitted defeat to Darryl. When she sensed Darryl's teasing glances, Lillian bit her lips hard to the brink of tearing the skin. She dared not move despite feeling extremely uneasy, in fear of exposure to the poisonous fog around them.
"Darren, don't you dare try anything once we reach somewhere safe. Otherwise, I'll never forgive you," she said.
"You are reading too much into it. I'm not even interested in you," Darryl responded.
"You—"
Lost in time, Darryl and Lillian were unsure as to how long it actually took, but eventually, they managed to make it out of the area covered by the poisonous fog. Darryl retrieved a piece of animal skin from the enchanted beast's pouch and produced a makeshift jacket for Lillian.
"You—" Furious beyond words, Lillian glared at Darryl and said, "If you had the animal's skin on you the entire time, why did you have to wait until now to retrieve it?" She felt like he was toying with her again.
At that point, Darryl was dumbfounded by how evil she thought he was and said, "I could have taken the time to make you a jacket with animal skin just now, but would you have withstood the fog?"
"Leader!" An excited shout pierced through the air as they spoke, followed by a few people striding toward them. It was Otis and his friends. Threatened by Earle, they did not dare to go after him. Still, they were reluctant to leave without Lillian and decided to wait instead. They ran toward the two, but they froze once they were close enough to notice Lillian's situation.
What had happened? Lillian was dressed in an animal's skin like Darryl, and she was visibly weakened, yet her cheeks were flushed.
On the other hand, Darryl remained composed throughout the entire time, while Lillian felt the heat creep up her face in awkwardness.
"F*ck!" Finally, Otis snapped out of the initial shock and roared furiously at Darryl, "You scum, what have you done to our leader?" He tightened his grip on his sword and dashed toward Darryl.
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