Chapter 328
Author: CABO
last update2026-10-29 23:24:02

Down in the dirty Coach's Box, Seraphina watched the magical screens. Her pale blue eyes were wide with awe. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

She saw the exact movements Lucien had taught her in the private courtyard. She saw him sliding into the empty spaces. She saw him relaxing his shoulders just a fraction of a second before dodging.

“He is showing me the perfect form,” Seraphina realized, her hands trembling. “Even now, locked in a cage with an army, he is still teaching me.”

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