They had just entered the room when Oscar pulled his hand away from Era's. Instead, he grabbed Era's wrist.

"Oscar."

Oscar pulled Era's hand, bringing her involuntarily closer. "What are you planning, Era? Are you trying to stop me from finding that bastard?"

"Oscar," Era whispered and took a deep breath. Unfortunately, even the air she inhaled felt hot because of the heat emanating from Oscar's body. "I'm not planning anything. Besides, why are you looking for Gerald? Seth already beat him to a pulp."

"I haven't beaten him yet."

"He will definitely die if you beat him."

"I'm sure that's the best fate for him, death. Touching you is...