"She said that if I could capture Seraphina Caldwell and present her as a gift... Silas Shaw would give her a glance. He would remember her. He might... show her a bit of favor."
He paused, his voice softening to a near whisper.
"I had no choice. I could only do as she said."
In that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Wyatt Yardley's eyes flickered with a hint of heaviness.
He understood that kind of willing humility.
But this person, unable to hold his own Female Master's heart, was easily controlled by her.
He slowly stood up, shifting his gaze away from the male.
He lowered his head, looking towards the distance.
In Isaac Vaughn's arms, Seraphina Caldwell leaned quietly.
Her cheeks still held a slight flush of sleepiness, and her lips curved gently upward.
She had changed.
She was no longer that girl who only obeyed.
Unlike that Female Master who only pleased other males and used her partner as a tool to gain benefits.
Seraphina... had become much stronger.
