The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 913

“Where?!” Irene asked urgently.

“It’s quite a distance,” James said. “We have to foot it.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Irene said urgently. “Take me there.”

It was fine if it was far. She wanted to see if it was Isaac right away!

With the Dunesians leading the way, they strode through the pathless mountain and climbed up the mountain.

Along the way, Irene missed a large rock beneath her foot and slipped, bending her foot in an odd angle.

As she gasped in pain, Zachary asked from behind her, “Are you alright?’

“I’m fine,” Irene said, shaking her head—she would not delay the others.

However, her ankles hurt, and she thought it might be a sprain.

The skies overhead were turning dark, but they trudged along with their flashlights.

The trek remained difficult as ever, and they would spot debris from the wreckage from time to time.

Irene tried her best not to look, so as to calm herself.

Soon, it was night, and their environment was much quieter and colder.

they were all sweating

a spot

body that was covered under a large piece of white cloth and dashed forward to

man was dead with a foot missing,

body’s build and height,

a sigh of relief, though she tensed up

man ended up like this, what about

she stumbled a couple paces backward, and Zachary had to

to a couch

is,” both James and Zachary

Darcy’s Peak,

from the Zidonian embassy stopped as midnight approached,

seem to tire, and she continued her search with a crazed

another body, confirming that both

Irene still had not slept or eaten ever since she was told that

eyes were dry and cracked, her eyes unfocused—she could not even look sad

fear—she had seen countless gruesome sights

she would

continue searching, she curled up as she sat beneath

grimness of the situation as

the rest felt a mental blow

she

bottle of water in

even if you torment yourself like this. What would