Chapter 297: Trapped With An Ancient Being

Lorraine turned toward Leroy. He wasn’t even wearing armor, only a torn, blood-soaked linen shirt clinging to his chest, his skin streaked with river water and the residue of battle. And yet, when his gaze swept over the advancing force, his lips curved into that familiar, reckless smirk that she had never seen on him before.

This was her husband, the warrior. It made her both furious and breathless.