'A fight?'
'In Seraphina Quinn's memory, this wasn't the first time Damian Fairchild had fought a man out of jealousy, was it?'
'The last time was back in Aurelium, right? When he fought Landon Morgan?'
'Oh, to be precise, he beat Landon Morgan to a pulp.'
'This time, it was just a different opponent.'
'But the cause was the same—jealousy!'
Seraphina wasn't surprised, but she had underestimated the ferocity of Damian Fairchild and Elias Sommers.
The two of them were trading blows, locked in a furious brawl. Even with their faces bruised and battered, neither showed any sign of stopping.
Seraphina finally couldn't watch anymore. She got out of her hospital bed, strode between them, and said to Elias Sommers, "You can't beat him."
Her words provoked a bitter laugh from Elias, who was at a slight disadvantage.
He spat a wad of bloody saliva onto the floor, tilted his chin at Seraphina, and said mockingly, "Is that right? You think he's that impressive?"
