At that moment, he almost doubted Kaelan Hawthorne's words.
If it was really a scheme she had meticulously set, why did each step make him willing?
If it's true... then why is he falling deeper and deeper?
He even started hoping that this embrace could last a bit longer.
Even if time stops here, he doesn't want to let go.
Never has there been a moment when he felt so uncertain.
He didn't know whether to flee or stay.
Dawn was just breaking, and the morning mist was still floating between the mountains.
Seraphina Caldwell was awakened by the rich aroma of roasting meat.
There was no one beside her.
A corner of the Beast Skin was lifted, allowing a faint light to come in from outside.
Gideon Larkin had already gone out, likely to start the fire and prepare breakfast.
She sat up, rubbed her somewhat heavy eyelids, reached out to scoop up the clear water in the clay pot, held it in her palms, and gently splashed it on her face.
