Alaric cradled Jade protectively in his arms, his glacial gaze burning with lethal intensity.
Today, he would turn this place into a slaughterhouse.
Every single one of these worthless scum would pay in blood for what they'd done.
"Wait for me, love," Alaric murmured, his voice softening as he gently traced Jade's cheek. "Let me clean up this mess first. We'll talk at home, okay?"
"Okay," Jade nodded, her eyes reflecting absolute trust.
This man was her husband, her steadfast protector.
How could she ever doubt him?
Would she really let Isolde's venomous words shake her conviction?
Alaric's secrets, the Splendor family's business—none of it mattered anymore.
As long as he remained by her side, everything else was meaningless.
If he chose to keep his past hidden, she wouldn't pry.
