Clara Hale glanced at Quiana Sutton out of the corner of her eye, and he couldn't tell if she was happy or unhappy.
She just glanced at the sun when she walked out the door, took a deep breath, and then walked forward resolutely.
They had already resolved the situation on their side; it was just unclear what was happening on Durrell Landon's side, whether or not he had rescued anyone.
...
At this moment.
Dark Hall.
Inside the dungeon.
Nathan Firth stared at the unconscious Durrell Landon in front of him, his eyes filled with madness and coldness.
Now that Durrell Landon was in his hands, he was contemplating how to deal with him.
Simply killing him seemed too easy.
Better to let him endure twelve punishments first; Alexander Skylane lasted only three, who knows how many Durrell Landon could withstand.
Thinking of this, he raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold light gathering in his eyes.
