Chapter 82.

Another Form.

His shoes echoed loudly against the dungeon floor as he advanced deeper into the darkness, the burning torchlights at each side of the hall barely illuminated the vast darkness in front. It was good that he already knew his way around this place.

“It's freezing down here.” Oliver shivered as she tightened the shawl around her body. “How are you able to stay down here for hours? Is this what you've been subjecting yourself to, Daemon?” She looked over worriedly at the tall man in front of her.

“Anything to save Lilian.” Wilder said, walking behind Oliver with his hands deep inside his pocket.

Oliver's expression...