And being a certified S-rank gave her the terrifying liberty to completely flatten a few buildings, if absolutely needed.
"Hey, don't leave me here," Cruxius said, his deep voice softening as he stretched out his large hand and caught her delicate wrist just as she began to stand.
She turned, her beautiful eyes meeting his dark ones, and paused, her breath hitching.
His handsome expression was deeply troubled—perhaps even genuinely shaken.
He was, technically, still just a fragile civilian, and after violently falling from such a terrifying height, along with what traumatically happened last time in Spain, he might truly be psychologically traumatized.
So she nodded softly, her heart aching slightly, and sat back down beside his warm body.
"Okay... but what about her?" Ytrisia asked, her chest rising. She agreed to stay close, but the lethal attack on his life still felt like a critical, unforgivable incident.
