Standing between Diana and the enchanted Luke Cain was no other than Dylan Cain.

His grip around Diana’s wrist was gentle, but no matter how much Diana pull her wrist from him, it would not budge.

Through gritted teeth and sharp glare, Diana asked in a low voice. “What are you doing?”

“I am stopping you.” His gaze was gentle ye his tone was firm. With his free hand, he caressed Diana’s cheek.

“Are you protecting him?”

“I don’t want you to be blind with anger and regret things later on, Diana.” He called her by her name, a telltale sign that he was serious.

Closing her eyes for a...