If that cutie pie, that utmost sweetheart, asked this, then she could only imagine the thoughts of the rest of his lovers.
Quinlan leaned back on the plush, dark sofa with his infuriating grin not receding one bit. "My maids knew it too. They told me the whole thing was doomed. Emily, Cecile, and Ilde begged me not to let what happened to them in that goblin cavern happen to you."
Feng stared at him, speechless.
Quinlan looked her dead in the eyes and announced, "My girls and servants aren't 'superior existences' compared to you Feng. They've just been through more. I've made my share of mistakes too, as I already told you. I hope you won't think that I'm speaking from a perfect position when I say that on the continent of Iskaris, only four people seemed optimistic about your chances. And their names are…"
He lifted a hand, tapping his fingers one by one.
"Feng."
"Felicity."
"Iris."
"Lyra."
"That's it."
He let his hand fall back to the armrest.
