Chapter 155: Empty Cabin

Elira

I clutched Wane’s sleeve so hard my nails bit right through the fabric of his shirt. “You have to believe me,” I whispered, my voice raw and shaking with the fever’s edge. “I know exactly where Liora is hiding our son.”

His eyes, sunken and hollow from sleepless nights, searched mine desperately.

Beneath his powerful strength, I could clearly see the quiet fear, the deep exhaustion, and a kind of silent pleading.

“Elira,” he said, his voice rough ...