In order to drip blood smoothly, she deliberately didn't bandage it. Now the wound was exposed to the air, burning hot.
The entire arm was trembling slightly.
Cold sweat had quietly soaked her back.
Yet she still stood biting her lip, not making a sound.
Seeing a few Beast Husbands more injured than her, she didn't want to seem fragile or give anyone an excuse at a time like this.
But it was Isaac Vaughn's gentle "Are you alright?" that instantly hit her soft spot.
Because of this, Seraphina Caldwell's inner defenses suddenly crumbled.
Aggrieved, she felt a surge rising up, her eyes instantly reddened, tears brimming.
She bit her lower lip hard, creating deep dents with her teeth, even drawing some blood.
She didn't want to cry in front of these people.
The pain was real, and so was the frustration.
Trying her best but still having to constantly guard against others' scrutiny.
Seraphina sniffed, swallowing the sourness in her throat, and quickly turned to Evan Orwell.
