Chapter 77

Daimon’s gaze softened, the hard edge to his demeanor dissolving. "No, I won’t let her bother you again. As long as your leg heals, I’ll make sure she stays here, in the villa, and out of your way. You don’t have to worry, Enlyan. No one will hurt you as long as I’m here." His voice was unusually gentle, and the warmth in his eyes was unmistakable. Katrina, still struggling against Ertha’s grip, could barely manage a sound, but her eyes were filled with fury and jealousy. She watched as Daimon showed a level of care and attention to Enlyan that she had never seen before. This woman was clearly more than she appeared to be. Katrina’s hatred flared up, and she glared daggers at Enlyan, her eyes seething with malice. Enlyan met her gaze, and in that fleeting moment, their eyes locked—a silent battle of emotions. Elayna's lips curled into a sly smile, a mix of confidence and something that Katrina couldn't quite grasp. The subtle pride in Elayna's expression sent a chill down Katrina's spi