The relief shot through him like an elixir of comfort and went straight to his slightly erratic heart.
The unspeakable question had been silently killing him, the thought of someone causing her pain was destructive to his existence.
He could only nod at her while taking care of the several bruises on her thighs.
It didn't mean he hurt her any less for her body was in a tattered state.
Siroos finally forced himself to speak.
"I swear next time we will come face to face with him, I won't spare him. Do you know him from the past?" Siroos asked, tenderly continuing in his task of balming her thighs and legs.
Cassandra sighed heavily, her eyes burnt as the memories of Kalthian returned in abundance. She had always disliked him but now he was the most hated man for her.
Self-conceited and egocentric were the words which she always used to describe him.
