Chapter 1210
Meanwhile, outside the base, calm had already returned. The moment Adah emerged from the underground base, she made a beeline for Elliana—more specifically, for the baby in her arms. Scooping the infant up with reverent care, she gasped, “Oh, she’s perfect! I adore her already—Elliana, that’s it, I’m her godmother. No arguments!”
Her delight was infectious. The Four Guardians quickly gathered around, curiosity and wonder softening their battle-hardened faces.
Clifton, Kieran, and Damian—three men known for their intimidating presence—suddenly looked like awkward schoolboys, each hovering close but hesitant to touch the baby, grinning sheepishly all the while.
Heather, however, gazed at the child with open tenderness, her expression wistful. “I wish I could have a daughter this beautiful,” she murmured.
Hugh turned to her, eyes bright with mischief and sudden resolve. “Then let’s have one,” he said simply.
Heather’s eyes lit up like wildfire at Hugh’s words. Her gaze turned soft, almost predatory, lingering on his face as though she were committing every line and angle to memory. The affection in her eyes deepened into something bolder—something that made it look like she might just throw him to the ground right then and there to “start working” on that daughter they’d just discussed.
Being rendered flustered by the intensity of Heather’s gaze despite all the eyes on them, a violent flush crept up Hugh’s neck, his face turning the shade of ripe cherries as his heart pounded against his ribs. For one absurd moment, he actually wondered what he’d do if she did pounce. Should he resist—or surrender and let fate take its course?
Around the group stretched a bleak, frozen wasteland. The air bit at exposed skin, the remnants of blood and battle still clinging to the silence they’d just escaped. Yet somehow, amid the snow and death, Heather and Hugh managed to exude a kind of nauseating, sunshine-drenched romance. Every single person around them rolled their eyes.
Myles and Aron exchanged a bitter glance—the universal expression of brothers witnessing something they’d rather not see. They wanted to scold Hugh for his brazen interaction with Heather, but experience had taught them better. Any attempt at reason would only earn them a smug, “You’re just jealous because you’re single.”
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Meanwhile, Clifton, Kieran, and Damian looked moments away from combusting. Watching Heather behave like that made them want to sink through the ice. The proud Thorn Rose warrior, reduced to this? Unthinkable.
Damian, never one to filter his thoughts, finally blurted out, “Shouldn’t we get going?”
Before Elliana could even respond, Adah’s sharp glare sliced through the air. “Are you brain-dead?” she snapped. “We’re staying right here. Once those two lunatics in there tear each other apart, we move in and take advantage of the situation. Why would we leave now?”
Damian felt the color drain from his face due to embarrassment. He looked to Elliana for support—but one glance at her expression told him she agreed completely with Adah. He knew that was the right call. But Heather’s ridiculous flirting with Hugh had thrown him so far off-balance that he’d blurted out the dumbest thing imaginable. It was entirely her fault.
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