Wyott slowly rose from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood before approaching James again.

This time, he didn’t kneel. Instead, he stood upright, a fire of determination in his eyes. He didn’t utter a single word.

James patted him on the shoulder, nodding in satisfaction.

“There’s something I must tell you.” James withdrew his hand and turned around with a sigh. “Yemima…”

“James!” Wyott interrupted. “I don’t want to hear her name!”

James turned, frowning. “This isn’t only about yo