He watched his parents leave.
Aaron Sinclair reached up and touched his head.
'Did I forget something?'
'Oh, right. Who was that person who wanted to dig out my Spirit Root?'
'Mom definitely knows.'
'Ah well, it's a small thing. I'll ask tomorrow. Besides, no matter who it was, a dead person isn't important...'
「Elsewhere.」
Javier Sinclair carried Celeste Grant back to his bedchamber.
With a wave of his hand, the doors to the chamber shut behind him.
He set Celeste Grant down on a table. One of his hands gripped her slender waist while the other braced against the tabletop to her side.
It was as if she were completely encircled in his arms. The two of them were incredibly close. With her hands braced beside her, Celeste Grant just had to look up to see his face, inches away.
'This scene?'
