239. WE KNOW YOUR SECRET

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She held him tightly against her, kneeling by his side, desperately kissing his face, not caring about his wounds or disfigurement.

"My lady… don’t cry, please, don’t cry…" The salty taste rolled over his cracked lips, the beat of that heart against his chest giving him strength, and her lips offering infinite warmth.

Even so, Silas kept a wary eye on the Selenia nearby.

He didn’t trust her; his lady should have escaped. He feared for her life.

He wanted to push himself again; he couldn’t leave her unprotected.

"If you try to attack me again, your elemental body won’t withstand it," Renata warned, seeing right through his intentions.

"Silas, no, look at me. No, no, look at me, me." Sigrid cupped his cheeks, afraid she might hurt him.

Renata had removed the poison from his veins and healed the fatal wounds, but he still needed care.

"Trust me. I’ll fix this, okay? Trust me, please." Sigrid leaned in to whisper against his broken face. More than fear or disgust, it pained her d
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