Cian's face was dark. "My standing in this is irrelevant. The important thing is that she was tormented like this all because you're useless, aren't you?"
Damian Fairchild's fists clenched, his breathing growing coarse.
He stared at Cian with cold, furious eyes, his fists tightening.
But Cian paid him no mind.
He tore his gaze away from Damian Fairchild and looked back at Seraphina Quinn. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
Seraphina Quinn pursed her lips, then said, "I'm all right."
After she finished, she looked up at Damian Fairchild, whose face was impossibly dark.
Damian Fairchild was looking at her, too.
Seraphina Quinn saw a storm of intense, complex emotions in his eyes.
There was anger, scorn, and other emotions she couldn't decipher.
Her lips twitched again. "It's just a few scrapes, and I was a little shaken up. The police are almost finished with their part..."
Damian Fairchild cut her off. "Get your things. You're coming back to Kingsland with me."
