Chapter 183

• When Gavin pulled Liza into his arms, a wave of relief washed over him. He was grateful that his wife wasn’t as fragile as she appeared. If she had been, facing the assault from those five attackers might have ended disastrously.
• The thought of arriving a moment too late sent a chill down his spine. If she had been harmed—if her face had been scarred—what then? The mere possibility filled him with a cold fury that radiated from his very being.
• His sharp eyes narrowed as he surveyed the group with an icy detachment. His voice was low and eerily calm, yet it carried a weight that made the attackers tremble. “Serena sent you.”