Chapter 155

Nathan’s POV

At first, I thought I was losing my mind.

Because the second her scent hit the dungeon air—strawberries and mint—my entire body pulled so hard the silver chains rattled against the stone.

“Emily.”

She stepped into the blue light slowly. Exhausted. Still wearing that cursed collar.

She looked so beautiful I couldn't even process the sight of her. The rogues shoved her toward my cell, but she didn't seem to notice them. Her eyes locked on me, and I saw her defenses crumble.

“Nathan…”

She rushed forward. The guards made a move to block her, but one of them laughed.

“Let her say goodbye.”

The word cut through me like a real blade. Emily dropped to her knees in front of the iron bars, reaching through to grab my chained hands.

“They told me…” Her voice cracked. “They said midnight…”

I forced myself upright, forcing my body to ignore the silver collar burning into my throat.

“Yeah.”