Chapter 168

After parting ways with Draco, Allie did not stop for even a single second as she raced toward the gamekeeper's hut. Having long pushed her body to its physical limits through intense exertion, compounded by recent irregular meals and a lack of sleep, every step she took felt like dragging iron shackles weighing a thousand pounds. By the time Allie reached the hut, her face was as pale as paper and her lips completely drained of color. She looked as though a mere gust of wind could blow her over.