Seraphina’s POV
I remained with Ingrid for a few more days, and then it was time for us to continue our journey. Although I didn’t want to leave, I knew disobeying Lycan Fabian was out o the question. The past few days, his temperaments were above the charts.
If I begged to stay a few more days, roast me with his eyes.
I turned towards Ingrid who was filling my bag with medications and other essentials she thought I needed and my eyes stung with tears.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything. I haven’t a clue how I’ll ever reimburse this debt.”
She offered a small smile. “You own me nothing, but if you insist on paying me, then the only way you can do that is to promise never to betray him. A lot of people have done that to him already, it is why he finds it so hard to trust anyone.”
I swallowed, lowering my head, because betraying him was the very thing I intended to do.
“Those scars on your back…” she continued. “How did you get them?”
I was sure she already knew how because she
