Chapter 152
Choi Jihun
No one knows what's happening.
Literally.
We file into a meeting room in the Morne estate that Richard Morne provides without a word. His face is pale, his jaw tight, but he doesn't ask questions. He just clears the space, sends the staff away, closes the doors behind us.
The room is too small for the people in it. S-class hunters crowd around a table meant for board meetings, not crisis management.
Daelan stands by the window, his back to everyone. His shoulders are rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, the cube of shadow tucked into his palm like something he can't put down.
He's still fuming.
But I know him.
There's anxiety underneath. And... fear.
Daelan Crowe afraid? That raises my alarm bells.
Madam K is the last to enter. She moves slowly, her cane tapping against the marble floor, her presence a weight that settles over all of us.
