Kaelan Hawthorne let out a muffled groan.
Rain mixed with blood spread across his chest.
His clothes clung stickily to his skin, the cold seeping into his flesh.
The cuffs were torn, and bruises had already appeared on the exposed arm.
But he still didn't resist, just shrunk into the corner.
Letting the punches fall on him one after another.
He knew that this pain couldn't compare to the grievance and fear in Seraphina Caldwell's heart at that time.
It wasn't until Kaelan was covered in injuries, his breathing ragged, that Wyatt Yardley finally let go.
"Because of what you've done, now Seraphina is wary of all of us. She's thinking of ways to break the contract, not just with you, but with all of us. She had begun to slowly accept it, but because of you, she's shut herself off again, trusting no one."
He bent down, grabbing Kaelan's hair, forcing his face up.
