As long as Seraphina Caldwell drops six more times, he can rid himself of this mark that has shamed him his whole life and regain his freedom.
Logically, this should be something worth celebrating.
But he couldn't feel happy at all.
He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Seraphina Caldwell's face.
"You say you want to break the contract? So why were you not as proactive with Wyatt Yardley, with Isaac Vaughn? Why, when it comes to me, do you act like you're rushing to finish the job, insisting on bleeding me at the exact point?"
On those days and nights, he had personally seen her brewing medicine for Wyatt Yardley until dawn, blocking poisonous arrows from enemy tribes for Isaac Vaughn.
But when it came to him, she didn't even spare an extra word of concern.
What exactly did she take him for?
Seraphina Caldwell's hand trembled at his outburst.
She furrowed her brow tightly.
"What do you mean by that?"
