Leo was on his knees in his private chambers, sweating like a pig. And unfortunately for him, it was not from the sex.
His fingers wrapped around the edge of the massive table so hard his knuckles turned white.
The heavy wood creaked under his grip. His shirt was thrown on the floor. His bare chest heaved as he gasped for air.
Right in the dead center of his chest, a thick, pitch-black vein throbbed violently beneath his skin. It looked like a venomous snake trying to burrow its way out of his ribcage.
A sharp, agonizing stab of pain ripped through his torso. Leo coughed, a small trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
[Alert: HP decreasing by 50 points per second. Host vitality is dropping.]
Aiva's blue translucent screen flickered into his vision, ignoring the dim lighting of the room.
[Congratulations, Master,]
Aiva's voice chimed in his head, dripping with heavy, sarcastic amusement.
