Delphine froze upon hearing that, and looked at Ignatius Leclair.
The man's phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, his sword-like brows angled sharply into his temples. With a high nose bridge and facial features sculpted to perfection, it was an undeniably striking face.
"Who said I fear the Wade Family?" Her expression tightened slightly, her focus wavering under the allure of that face. This was the most wicked man alive, forever exuding a lazy charm as if nothing in the world mattered to him. But once he ensnared his prey, he would extend the sharpest claws to devour it whole.
She had been consumed by him once before. What remained were scraps, in dust-like ruins that she pieced together to survive.
