Chapter 887 Hold Your Positions

• "So, it’s true, then." Seraphina let her gaze linger, tempted to pry deeper into the woman’s identity, but she forced the impulse aside. Questions could wait—she had a battlefield to finish. "The Fosters aren’t so easily infiltrated," she murmured. "For now, just… rest. Close those eyes and drift off."
• Her voice softened further, almost lulling, yet the sweetness carried a venomous undercurrent. "Once I’ve cleaned up the mess your companions left behind, I’ll return. Then we’ll have all the time in the world." Her words struck like a blade wrapped in silk.
• The woman stiffened, trembling as half-buried nightmares surged up unbidden. A shiver ran through her—terror rooted so deep it had etched itself into her very bones. Seraphina's tenderness wasn’t comfort. It was a toxin—velvet-wrapped, lethal, and inescapable.