CHAPTER 92
"Emelia!"
I rushed out of the kitchen, almost slipping on the spilled milk, but I was quick to gain my balance.
The whole house had heard the loud thud, and both Black and Terran had also rushed out to the living room.
"Emelia!" I yelled again, rushing to meet her on the floor.
She wasn't unconscious; her gaze was fixed on something in front of her.
The familiar scent washed through my nostrils, and I froze on the spot. My hands were on Emelia as I tried to help her up from the ground, but I couldn't. I had also lost control of my muscles. My body couldn't move.
I knew that if I dared to lift my head, then I would see the one face I don't wish to see—the same face that has been constantly replaying in my dreams. The face that I dread so bad that I wish to claw out with my hands.
"Did you really dare to come here?" Terran asked. His aura was that of anger; it had filled the room.