Chapter 113 – Evelyn POV
I do everything in my power to carry Daphne.
She's barely conscious. Her body is limp, too warm, too still. Her skin—pale. Her breath—shallow. Her blood—still on my hands.
And I—I can't stop shaking.
I've never in my life felt this much fear. Not when I defied my family. Not when I was married off like a token. Not even when Cedric raised his hand to me.
But this?
This is terror.
"Daphne..." I whisper her name like a prayer, like a promise. Her head lolls against my shoulder, and I tighten my hold on her.
I have to get her out of here.
The carriage waits in the distance, barely visible through the trees—two horses still hitched to it, but no rider in sight. Probably fled when Cedric began his madness.
Coward.
I left Frida behind. She's pregnant. I didn't want her traveling this far. She eventually accepted John's constant proposals, I'm happy for them but now I regret it. I wish had someone with me right now.
Now I'm alone.
Completely alone.
