Having finished the suffocating war of words with Marquis Valdema, Isadel returned to the tower.
A silent room closed in on all sides.
Only after she had shut the door did the breath she had barely held back burst out.
It was then that familiar military boots sounded from beyond the corridor.
Soon the door opened again.
She did not need to turn her head to know who it was.
There was only one man who would set foot in her space so boldly.
"I hear you nearly got poisoned."
Perhaps he had rushed over the moment he heard the news, for Erhan's breathing was ragged.
Isadel turned her head at an angle and stared at him.
"What, did you come to check whether I was dead?"
"Isadel, you—!"
"Unfortunately, I'm still breathing. Sorry if that's not the result you wanted."
At her sharp sarcasm, Erhan's face hardened.
But he…
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