The black-haired beauty was a Reaper Banshee.
Ren didn't even flinch. He calmly checked the creature's stats through his interface and immediately confirmed that there was nothing for him to worry about. Compared to the things they had already faced, this banshee was hardly a threat.
If anything, Evie's cute little tantrum was far more dangerous.
Even now, she was still stomping on his boots, her heel pressing down with surprising persistence. She stubbornly refused to meet his gaze, as if she genuinely had no idea that her foot was drilling into his shoe.
Ren felt his chest tighten in an odd way.
Endearingly cute.
That was the only word that came to mind.
She was so adorable that he somehow managed to guilt-trip himself into thinking this was all his fault. He hadn't even been tempted, hadn't even looked properly, yet here she was—jealous, sulking, and quietly making her feelings known in the most Evie-like way possible.
There was truly nothing she needed to worry about.
