The Cloud Summit Suites were where Ignatius Leclair temporarily rested, not only equipped with daily necessities, change of clothing, but also some commonly used items.
Ignatius saw that she had been frightened by him earlier in the night. Now, her reaction was somewhat sluggish. His deep-set phoenix eyes betrayed no emotion as he strode into the walk-in closet, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and said gravely, "Come over and help me. I'm injured."
The man still felt a faint sense of unreality. Desperate to touch her, to feel the warmth of her presence, only then could he truly believe—she hadn't left. She had returned.
His right hand, soaked in cold water for too long, was already a mangled mess, flesh and blood blurred together, glistening pale white. Delphine frowned at the sight, her heart lurching in alarm, and stepped forward to support him.
