Only Wilmore entered the room and in her perspective, he was glowing like a hero that he had a far way to be. But to her he had one part to be a demon while the other half was an intriguing hero. It wasn't negligible to her.
She just peered at him in a daze, not even blinking and more like a stiffened doll. A cluster of vicious anguish was wending in his back. He had heard everything the Lord gave an account of it to her, he would kill the lord if he again persuaded her to leave him. He would kill everyone who just constructed to take her away.
"Are you fine?" His voice was hoarse, and dry. A pain was gleaming in his icy eyes.
