GIANNIS’ POV:
“Marguerite,... is dead?!”
The interlocking panic and fury blisters my chest. It’s choking me, hampering any air to flow in and out of me. My eyes are teary and wide. My mouth has so many things to say, to ask, but it’s unable to let a single word out.
“Yes, Your Highness. T-that’s the news we received from the Gammas who are working directly at the d-dungeon,” Rhia says, while wiping her tears. “T-they said that she was still too weak when she was tortured, so… so… she wasn’t able to… to…”
Her tears stop her stuttering words and permit her sobs to take over.
Marguerite is dead?! My mate is dead?!
My breath shortens and my heartbeats accelerate. My knees buckle when I thrust my legs in tottering steps. My head spins when all the insanely furious and fearful thoughts pl
