Chapter 143
Emmaline
It's been a whole day of killing these poor tigers.
Well, not killing exactly—we left enough alive that they'll repopulate eventually. Daelan explained it to me between rounds, something about dungeon ecology and sustainable harvesting, and I pretended to listen while actually just watching his mouth move.
He has a very nice mouth.
My boots crunch through the snow with each step, the sound dull and repetitive.My hair has escaped whatever careful arrangement it was in this morning and is now just... there. Everywhere. In my face, in my mouth, probably in places I don't want to think about.
I'm so exhausted.
I don't even know why. I barely did anything. Daelan did the binding. Snow did the eating. I just... stood there. Made ice shapes. Wiped blood off a kitten's face.
But my body is heavy, my limbs dragging, and I'm so focused on putting one foot in front of the other that I don't notice him moving until—
I'm suddenly in the air.
