Virelle's POV
The sheer terror of that memory sent chills through me even now. Compared to the fear I had felt then, my near-death experience in the underground earlier today seemed like a trivial discomfort.
"Are you okay, Virelle?" Big Brother's voice broke through my thoughts and it was tinged with concern. His brows were furrowed as he studied my face and I realized my breathing had quickened.
Ethan was also looking at me, his expression perplexed yet worry could be seen in his eyes. I instinctively raised a hand to my face and felt the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. My dress was damp in several places which was clinging uncomfortably to my skin.
"I'm fine, Elder Brother," I said, forcing a weak smile. "It's just the heat… and the tension catching up with me after the fight."
