“Are you okay?”

A figure walked through the dissipating remnants of gunpowder toward Sabrina’s car. He then kicked open the car door and popped his head into the vehicle to check if she was all right.

Sabrina stared at the man wordlessly.

Her mind blanked for several seconds as she took in his appearance. Finally, she nodded groggily at the bespectacled man.

It was Solomon.

As Sabrina crawled out of the car, she stammered, “I-I’m fine.” She looked disheveled, and her tone had lost its usual impudence.

Solomon merely glanced at her coldly.

The city of Clear shared the same climate as Chanaea. Though they were approaching the cold season, it was far from being the sort of weather that warranted thick winterwear.

Thus, Sabrina could not help but notice how out-of-place Sebastian seemed in his wool turtleneck and black tweed trench coat.

More perplexing was the discovery that his appearance seemed much too immaculate for a person who had purportedly gone through a gunfight.

Looking at the man standing before her with effortless elegance, Sabrina frowned in incomprehension.

“Good. Get into my car.”

unaffected by

talk after confirming that Sabrina was okay. Immediately after, Solomon turned and headed straight for his car, leaving a speechless Sabrina

at Solomon before turning

was preparing to drag a trapped Isaac out of the

with this.

could re-enter her car, volunteering their services to save

heels

reeked of

set foot in Solomon’s car. She reveled in the warm temperature of the vehicle and the pleasant aroma of lemons, which did wonders in eliminating the tension in

was the first time they were riding

wordlessly and drove in the direction of the city while Sabrina fidgeted

lasted fifteen minutes before blurting impatiently, “How did you know that I was in trouble? I called you,

you come here?” came

answering

taken aback by the curveball he had thrown and explained, “I received an anonymous text telling me that you were here. When I came out of the airport earlier, the

and said, “Willow would

“Why not?”

even tell Nancy,

Sabrina was dumbfounded.

information to me? Was this all an elaborate front to get me killed? Oh God, if Solomon didn’t get

a sobering and

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