Cassel — POV
Looking at the lively curve of her neck trembling between my hands, my tension didn't fade, nor did I feel any joy for having saved her in time.
Because she should never have been in danger to begin with.
My treasure—my most precious thing.
Last time, I had sworn to protect her with every ounce of my strength and unwavering resolve, never letting her out of my sight so that she would be shielded from any danger or harm in my absence.
I swore that with my strength, it wouldn't be difficult to give her a normal and safe life, even in this rotten world.
But what was the result?
Rosalia was trembling, her tears still frozen in her eyes.
She cried with sorrow and fear, clinging to me as if I were her last thread of salvation.
She had faced danger.
She had faced death.
She was injured.
She nearly lost her life.
And once again…
Once again, Rosalia had fallen into trouble while I wasn't by her side.
