The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1801 Going All In

Wynter would have to step in if Dalton couldn't handle the Sablemare.

Though Wynter didn't entirely believe he was incapable, she still moved slightly, shielding Dalton behind her. Noticing her action, the coldness in Dalton's expression lessened.

But first, she needed to figure out what kind of malevolent spirit or demon they were dealing with. "What is it? You should know."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have advised her not to tamper with the sealing talismans.

Dalton held the parasol, his black hair loose. Though he claimed he couldn't handle the Sablemare, there was no fear on his face. Instead, he looked lazily confident, his beauty tinged with a demonic presence. "A malevolent spirit that makes people dream. The books said it's called the Sablemare."

What "books"? He clearly knew.

Wynter had figured out Dalton's way of speaking. When he tilted his head, there was an air of casualness that wasn't there in the version of him that was outside the formation.

She couldn't help but smile, her eyes curving. "That sounds terrifying."

"It is terrifying. So, you'll have to protect me," Dalton said with a smile, his expression genuinely relaxed now and his tone natural.

"I will," Wynter nodded, playing along with his persona.

Dealing with the Sablemare was both simple and difficult. The key was to prevent it from entering anyone's dreams.

"Mr. Winston, remember to stay awake, no matter what," she said to "Logan", knowing his constitution made him an easy target.

"Logan's" eyes lit up at her concern. "Got it!"

Dalton glanced over but said nothing.

In the meantime, Carlton wasn't entirely useless. Upon hearing it was the Sablemare, he didn't hesitate to pull out an artifact his sage had given him the Somnielock.

As the Somnielock rang, the Sablemare's expression twisted in pain. It covered its ears, black mist seeping from its features. It stopped advancing, clearly wary of the artifact.