Chapter 43
- Loveth’s POV
- Sandrino didn’t look at me with his usual sneer, nor did his tone carry its typical edge. His words were soft—almost gentle. I never expected such a shift in demeanor, and it unsettled me more than his scorn ever could.
- He stepped closer, and my fingers instinctively tightened around the sheets. Fear surged through me, not knowing what he might do. Sensing my discomfort, he halted, his eyes softening.