Chapter 109: THE MARK ON HER WRIST

Canan's eyes narrowed, locking onto Xina, who was attempting to conceal herself behind Archer, as if she could somehow escape his fury by doing so. Her small frame seemed to shrink further under the weight of his stern gaze. "Xina, come here," Canan commanded, his deep, resonant voice filled with restrained anger. He stood only a few meters away, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the group. His presence was terrifying, to say the least. Xina shook her head vigorously. There was no way she was going to approach him, not when he wore that expression of barely controlled rage. Her heart raced, and her body stiffened with fear. The very thought of Canan getting his hands on her made her feel as if her life would be forfeit. "No," Xina mumbled in a small, trembling voice, her eyes fixed firmly on her shoes, refusing to meet his gaze. "No?" Canan echoed, raising his brows. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he fought to maintain his composure. His anger was palpable, and th