Chapter 388: Baited With a voice

Baron He wasn’t going to lie; the sound of Talia’s voice sent shivers down his spine. Hearing her in his mind was almost unreal. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard in his entire life. Her voice resonated with him, and he suddenly realized he needed to memorize it—how her tone rose and fell, the way she used words that always amazed him. He missed her so terribly that he wanted to pull her into his arms. He tried to visualize her again, but something felt off. It wasn’t just the necklace—no, it was the fact that Darius had tortured her. The thought of that idiot inflicting pain on her made his blood boil. He felt as though the weight of it would rot his mind until there was nothing left. At least Frederick would be there when Darius died; Frederick deserved to see it. He was as much a mistake holder as Baron himself. Baron stood by the fire, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on the horizon. The wind whipped through his hair, the cold seeping into his bones, but he didn