The air around seemed to loosen for a moment.
He lowered his head, his tone filled with regret.
Evan Sinclair exhaled deeply, his entire being like a wolf pup gently kneaded.
Tense muscles relaxed, and his spiritual power settled like a cat nestled in its spot.
He slowly raised his hand, wiped the dirt off his face, a slight smile unconsciously curling at the corners of his mouth.
The feeling of being comforted and understood was so unfamiliar that he almost forgot it existed.
He couldn't help but let his mouth curl up.
He secretly glanced at Selene Kane and quickly withdrew his gaze, as if afraid his emotions would be discovered.
For so long...no one had comforted him like this.
The last time someone gently soothed him with spiritual power was during childhood, when his mother was still alive.
Ethan Sinclair quietly inched closer, nearing her, extending his hand, boldly wrapping it around her waist.
He knew he might have crossed a line, but he couldn't hold back.
