These last few days of being together day and night, Wyatt Yardley has come to understand Seraphina Caldwell's nature fully.
On the surface, she is gentle and considerate.
But deep down, her stubbornness and resilience are sharper than any Dire Beast clad in iron armor.
She seems easygoing, always smiling at everyone and nodding without causing any trouble.
Yet, when Silas Shaw aggressively approached her and made demands, she didn't say a word, just gently shook her head.
On matters of principle, she never takes a single step back.
If such a person like her were truly pushed to the brink of desperation…
Wyatt Yardley's hand hung in midair, the tips trembling slightly.
If he were to touch her, even just a light graze, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In the end, he slowly, inch by inch, withdrew his hand.
He lay down on his side, with his back to Seraphina Caldwell, raising his arm to cover his eyes.
Isaac Vaughn exhaled in relief.
