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Sigrid was always telling him he needed to soften the threatening impression he made on people.

When, in reality, Silas would jump into the fire for Laziel.

How many times had he gotten hurt in his son’s crazy experiments, learning dark magic?

“There won’t be any need for that, because Laziel grew up watching the love I feel for his mother, and he will never let the light of his life go out,” the Specter King’s rough voice rang out again.

Sigrid was actually stunned by her Silas’s sincere, solemn answer.

If she said she’d fallen in love with him all over again, she wouldn’t be exaggerating.

The one once called the fearsome Umbros stepped up to his son and clapped his shoulder with assurance.

“You’re taking a great male,” he even told Lavinia, who had a smile floating on her lips.

“I know,” she replied, looking at her man.

Full of flaws, darkness, and wild fetishes—she loved him that way.

He was the perfect complement to her own madness, the one who gave meaning to her solitud