Chapter 142
Emmaline
In the grand scheme of things, the reason I wanted Daelan and wanted him to be S-class was so that I didn't have to do shit like this.
I kick the snow beneath my boots.
On my shoulder, Snow purrs and snuggles deeper into my neck, utterly content. The little frost spirit has no idea that its mistress is currently being dragged through a frozen wasteland instead of lying on a heated table with cucumber slices over her eyes and someone rubbing expensive creams into her skin.
Seriously. Why am I in a dungeon instead of at a spa doing skincare preparations for my wedding?
This is the exact opposite of what I signed up for. I wanted an S-class hunter so he could do the dangerous work while I stayed home and looked beautiful. That was the deal. The unspoken, completely reasonable, absolutely correct deal.
I should not be here.
I should not be ankle-deep in snow, my designer boots getting ruined.
I fold my arms and glare at the empty space in front of me.
