Chapter 307 The Guilt

• THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
• “Again with that look,” Ryker purred. “Bloodthirsty, promising death…” His eyes glittered with malevolence. “But I want to see the look of withered defeat I adore most. I want to see you broken, Seraphina.”
• He raised his hand and locked eyes with her, a twisted grin spreading across his face. “I’ve let you play long enough, Seraphina.” His gaze flicked to Asher mercilessly kicking the remaining wolves out of the window while his curse wrapped around Alpha Darious as a shield so that he could carry Grace’s body out of the room. Then his gaze turned to Ronan, who was still fighting Dante and had injured Dante to the point that Dante’s entire face was bloody and unrecognizable. Finally, his attention returned to Seraphina. His heart seethed with hatred as he glanced at the torn mark on her neck and the ruins of the palace he had built over nine hundred years.