Jemma's pov.

Things have been going out of control lately, and I mean everything.

I sat in an abandoned classroom with my female followers as well.

One of them was busy combining my hair smoothly, as it helps me relax.

For once, since things began to go into chaos for me, this was the only sight that pleased me.

Reva, on all fours, begging with her very soul.

“Please, I promise you, I don't know anything about her, if I did I would have told you.”

I raised a hand, and the ...