Dana lit a cigarette and put it into her mouth. The cherry of the cigarette was the only light in the alley, briefly illuminating the sharp lines of her face with each pull, while the smoke veiled her expression.
"You are saying that she wasn't there when you arrived? Asked Dana. Her eyes were cold.
"Yes... I was a bit late—"
"Are you fucking with me?! Ricca, do you know what you have done?! You have left some loose ends untied! You have lost your edge! And why tell me this after a week?! At that time, you told me that you killed her!" Dana yelled, interrupting Ricca.
Ricca pinched her nose in annoyance. Why was Dana reacting so badly? What could even a human do to them? That bitch should be glad that she was still alive. After what happened with her, she would never try to get Jacob back. Not only her body was broken, but also her soul was broken. Wasting your time on such a broken human... a broken 'omega' was the paragon of foolishness.
