Damian Fairchild's expression darkened, the muscles in his face tensing.
He stared at Seraphina Quinn in silence, not saying a word.
Seraphina's words continued, her quiet voice tinged with an almost painful helplessness.
"But you've blocked every path around me. I have nowhere left to go."
"So, just do whatever you want. Whether you refuse to divorce me or insist that I have this baby, I just ask one thing: please stop using the people I care about to threaten me."
"I have nothing else to ask of you."
After speaking, Seraphina pulled her gaze from Damian Fairchild's face and turned to look out the car window.
On Phoenix Avenue, the trees cast deep, heavy shadows.
In the flickering light and shadow, her profile was cold, devoid of any warmth.
Damian Fairchild suddenly realized it was meaningless to keep her locked by his side.
He wanted a Seraphina Quinn of flesh and blood who loved him, not a soulless puppet.
