Chapter 100
Daelan POV
"No."
That's my immediate answer, firm and final. Choi Jihun doesn't even blink. He just crosses his arms, eyebrows arched in that way that says, I'm going to argue until you give in, so save us both the time.
He's in his post-workout clothes—black joggers, white t-shirt clinging to him from sweat—and apparently, he now keeps a wardrobe here at the Morne estate. He's basically moved in. I'm not sure when it happened.
"Just listen to me," he insists, toweling off his neck. "I'm not saying we toss them into the wild and see who makes it back out."
I sigh. "I'm not sending my goddess into a dungeon."
"She's not going alone," he says.
"Neither is Lina. You and I will be with them the entire time." He says buttoning his shirt.
I frown. I can already hear my goddess saying hell no in my head. She's allergic to unnecessary labor. Hell half the reason why I'm here is because she was too lazy to take over after father as his successor.
