Chapter 137
Daelan
Her body goes limp in my arms.
For one horrifying second, my heart stops. No. No, not now, not when I just—
Then I feel her breath, slow and steady against my neck. Her heartbeat, faint but there. She's just unconscious.
I exhale shakily and tighten my grip, adjusting her weight against my chest. She's so light. Too light. I can feel every ridge of her spine, every sharp angle of bones that should be hidden beneath soft curves. My jaw tightens.
I stand slowly, careful not to jostle her, and turn to carry her to our room.
Choi Jihun is still standing at the end of the hall.
I blink.
For just a fraction of a second—a heartbeat, a flicker—I could swear he dissolves. Not fades, not shifts, but becomes nothing but a human-shaped blop of water, translucent and rippling, before snapping back into solid form like nothing happened.
I stare at him.
He stares back.
What the fuck just happened?
