Chapter 438

There was a look of utter resolve in Besta’s eyes — the kind that came from someone ready to die.

She was still trying to figure out how to hold the men in black off when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed again from outside.

“Sir, apologies — we’re late.”

Wulfric burst in with his men, quickly surrounding the black-clad group.

Varkas saw the dirt and blood on Wulfric’s clothes and knew they’d