The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 467

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Chapter 467 Wish For Death

Chapter 467 Wish For Death

But the blaring horn didn’t stop Thorian.

His dagger plunged straight into Benedict’s heart.

A blinding pain shot through Benedict’s chest, sharp enough to steal the breath from his lungs. Darkness swiftly closed in

around him.

His body gave out, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Even in that final moment, as the world slipped away, his thoughts weren’t on himself. They were on Cassian–was he safe?

Thorian watched as the boy fell limp, motionless, and only then did he whip his head toward the direction of the horn.

Seven or eight SUVs were speeding toward the lab gates.

Panic surged through him. If Raven was among them, he didn’t have time to cover his tracks. Without a second thought, he flung Benedict’s lifeless body to the ground and disappeared down a narrow side path like a shadow fleeing the light.

He was sure–absolutely sure–that no one could survive a direct stab to the heart.

Even if Raven came now, she wouldn’t be able to trace the attack back to him.

Within seconds, the fleet of SUVs screeched to a halt outside Indigo Lab.

Saxon was the first out, leading his men in a charge through the front entrance. But Raven… she froze mid–step. Something had caught her attention.

Slowly, she turned her head toward the main path leading to the lab’s rear courtyard.

There–on the wind–she caught the faintest trace of blood.

The air was too still. That part of the grounds… had seen violence. Recently.

A sick feeling twisted in her gut. She called a quick word to Saxon and broke into a run toward the path.

And then she saw him–a small body lay crumpled by the roadside.

“Benedict!” She ran to him.

In a blur, she dropped to her knees beside him.

Her breath caught the m

oment she saw the gaping, blood–soaked wound in his chest–and the temperature around her seemed to drop like ice water through stone.

But she didn’t waste a single heartbeat. With hands that trembled ever so slightly, she reached for his wrist. A faint, barely- there pulse met her fingers. His breathing… shallow, uneven.

Her face darkened.

He wasn’t just wounded. His heart meridian had been struck–critically. Even she couldn’t save him outright, not here, not now. All she could do was slow the bleeding, buy time.

She acted fast. Silver needles flashed from her sleeve as she stemmed the bleeding. Then she retrieved a white porcelain vial from her pouch, opened it, and fed a single pill between Benedict’s lips.

Only when she saw the faintest trace of color return to his cheeks–his breath stabilizing just slightly–did she allow herself the smallest breath of relief.

But her expression remained like iron. She stared down at his blood–soaked shirt, and her eyes darkened until they were nearly black with rage.

Still, her hand moved gently to smooth the crease between his brows. Her voice dropped to a soft, deadly whisper. “Don’t worry, Benedict. Whoever hurt you… I’ll make them understand what it truly means to wish they were dead.”