Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 485

Phoenix's eyes instantly welled up, a massive wave of euphoria washing over her, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Yara! Are you okay?!"

"What could possibly happen to me?" Yara St. Claire chuckled softly, the sound laced with an arrogant disregard for the world. "I know exactly what kind of trash Quentin is. Does he really think a few low-level thugs can take my life? In his dreams. He couldn't kill me all these years, let alone now."

She paused, the fierce arrogance fading, replaced by a heart-wrenching tenderness. "Phoenix, it's been hard on you all these years.

You carried those blood feuds for me, crawling over blades and carving a path through the thorns all by yourself to get to where you are today.

Every drop of blood you swallowed, every wound you took, I remember them all. I've never bowed to anyone in this lifetime, but you... you're the first."

Tears streamed down her face as Phoenix frantically shook her head, choking up. "Yara, don't say that. If it weren't for you, I would have died in that man-eating purgatory long ago.

You protected me, taught me how to fight, how to survive. Getting revenge for you was something I wanted to do.

Only that hatred kept me walking all the way to this day."

It had been too long.

They had lurked in the shadows for far too long.

Because Nathan was held hostage, Yara had no choice but to tie her own hands, surviving suffocatingly in that dark prison.

Meanwhile, Phoenix, bearing the weight of both their vendettas, had carefully maneuvered through a den of wolves, walking on thin ice.

Now that Nathan was saved, the invisible shackles locked around their necks were finally shattered completely!

Two slumbering, bloodthirsty beasts were about to bear their terrifying fangs at their enemies.

"Wait for me, Phoenix," Yara's voice turned as sharp as a blade. "Wait until I return to Highcrest. I'm going to collect every single debt owed to us, one by one."

Cloudhaven, Blackwood Penitentiary.

Yara casually hung up the phone, taking a slow, deep breath.

The overwhelming stench of fresh blood, mixed with the perpetual scent of rust and decay, sharply assaulted her senses.

But this sickening smell was about to become history.

She was going to step out of this steel cage with towering rage, bringing a world-ending slaughter to everyone who had ever schemed against or threatened her.

She slowly stood up from the cold metal chair.

She had already changed into a sleek, black casual outfit, her face adorned with very light makeup.

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