Fiona didn't dare refute anymore as she nodded her head without thinking.
"My husband only told me that if those people wanted him dead, no one in this city can guarantee his safety…"
As she spoke, tears pooled in her eyes and her shoulders quivered quietly, obviously struggling to contain her emotions. Aza'zel didn't know what to do—he stood there in stunned silence.
So far, the women he met were at least of the tough caliber, like Wendy.
They were strong, resilient, ruthless, cold, calculating… Basically, they were anything but weak and fragile. All of a sudden, he didn't know how to handle the situation at hand, and his mind went absolutely blank.
"Hug her, you idiot!"
Soulguider's voice echoed in his mind, and instinctively, he wound his arms around her thin shoulders and pulled her head into his broad chest.
