Seraphina Redgrave could very well understand his current plight. She set down her knife and fork, eyes filled with seriousness, and looked at Ethan Sterling, "I also don't want you to risk everything for battle, how about you follow your original plan, but instead of sending me south, just let me get cosmetic surgery."
"Cosmetic surgery?!"
Ethan's pupils shrank suddenly, almost revealing panic, but he quickly concealed it.
"Yes." Seraphina was very firm, "Let me change my face, change my identity, then I can stay in Sovereign indefinitely."
And still be with him.
"..."
Ethan gripped the knife and fork tightly, feeling a dryness in his throat that made it impossible to utter a sound after seeing the determination in her eyes.
Cosmetic surgery, how could she go through with that? The pain of slicing into the face again and again must be unbearable.
