Ericko Cameron was captured, bound in a sack, and carried back. He was thrown onto the floor of the grand hall.
When the sack was untied, Ericko Cameron, bound hand and foot, had a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and his disheveled head peeking out.
Wayne Bailey wrapped his arms around Anna Jadwin's waist, "I'll interrogate her, do you want to go upstairs and rest?"
"I want to stay together!"
Every time Anna Jadwin saw Ericko Cameron's face, she couldn't help but think of Maxwell Cameron, as if the scenes from her childhood emerged right before her eyes.
That lengthy span of time seemed to flicker before her.
"Felicia..." The wild youth took her hand, kissed the back of it, and smiled as if he was surrounded by the dark mist.
Anna Jadwin's heart ached fiercely!
Even if she knew he was the Great Demon King, how could the feelings from childhood to adulthood simply vanish when extracted?
