Chapter 85 – Emmaline POV
"Tell me why my fiancé is in this fuckingstate?!" I scream, my voice echoing through the hall like a blade.
The words lash out toward the people who returned from the dungeon—Korin, Kirelle, Ken, and Choi Jihun. All of them stand silent in the Morne estate foyer, still covered in dungeon grime and bloodstains, but I don't care. I don't see them. I only see Daelan.
He's unconscious. Pale. Motionless.
Lying in our bed like a corpse.
I was ecstatic just hours ago. The news had spread quickly: after a month trapped in that hellhole of a dungeon, they had finally conquered it. I had all but run down the stairs, heart leaping in anticipation, imagining Daelan walking through the door—smirking, alive, maybe a little dirty but victorious. I was already planning to jump into his arms.
But instead... Choi Jihun stepped out of the car.
Carrying him.
Daelan's body limp in his arms, blood crusted over his temple, his expensive armor in tatters.
