Chapter 110 No One Lays A Hand On You
- Isolde cringed at the loud noise of the males in the pit cheering the winning gladiator. While coins exchanged hands and mouths for kisses, Isolde white-knuckled the armrest of her seat beside Draco.
- He watched the show with nonchalance, unlike her, who was completely pale at the horror.
- What would it take for her to get used to the violence that rippled in Abbator? Bloomington?