Faced with Damian Fairchild's interrogation, Seraphina Quinn appeared perfectly calm.
She could have explained, but it felt as if no explanation would suffice.
"It's not what you think..."
"You will stay at The Shogun's Manor and reflect on what you've done. You're not to go anywhere."
Damian Fairchild threw those words at her and turned to leave.
Seraphina Quinn leaned against the study wall, slowly sliding down as an endless wave of melancholy washed over her.
She had thought that after their deep conversation last night, the misunderstandings and conflicts between them had finally eased.
But in reality, that wasn't the case at all.
It was all just a superficial peace, an illusion.
Deep in Damian Fairchild's heart, Cian was a thorn that would never be removed.
Any little disturbance would set him off into a rage.
Damian Fairchild was a man of his word.
