But he quickly reined in his emotions. His voice remained steady.
"Since you'd rather find Gideon Larkin, let him carry you."
Seraphina Caldwell's brow furrowed slightly, a wave of inexplicable displeasure rising in her heart.
What does it mean, "rather find Gideon Larkin"?
No matter how she listened to it, the phrase felt strange, carrying an indescribable hint of jealousy.
She couldn't be bothered to argue, so she simply turned around and walked straight towards Gideon Larkin, who was sitting against a tree not far away.
She tilted her face up.
"Gideon, can you carry me on the road? Even though today's journey only has about half a day left, I'll count it as a full day's task for you. Tomorrow morning, I promise to give you a drop of my blood."
Hearing Seraphina's request to carry her, Gideon's pupils slightly dilated, and a spark of light instantly brightened in his eyes.
But upon hearing all her words, he frowned slightly.
"No need to calculate extra."
