Chapter 94
Daelan POV
"Don't just stand there, let's go," the goddess says, already striding past me in heels that make a sound like thunder in my chest. I blink. I swear, the dress has me religious.
I follow after her, obediently, like some low-level hunter trailing the queen of the underworld.
Wow.
It's going to be a long night.
We descend the grand marble staircase of the Morne estate, all soft lighting and expensive silence. At the bottom, Choi Jihun and Im Lina are waiting, but they aren't ready for what hits them.
Im Lina gasps softly.
Choi Jihun actually mutters, "Oh no."
They're both staring at my goddess. And honestly? I get it. The gown is scandalous. Luxurious pink silk, slit at the sides, and held up by little more than faith and diamonds.
The front plunges, sculpted into gleaming folds that shimmer like firelight, converging in a delicate pattern of glittering diamonds just beneath her bust. It's art. It's a trap.
And the back? Goddess.
