Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 874

Beathan could hardly believe it. He was still alive, standing on solid ground.

He emerged from the bottom deck of a cargo ship filled with canned herring. As he inhaled in fresh air, a spark of life flickered in his gaunt, sallow face.

This wasn't Lablos. He had landed in a port of a country somewhere in the Esnua region.

No ship bound for Lablos had been willing to take him, so he had spun a heartbreaking tale of woe. It was enough to persuade an Esnuan captain to let him aboard and bring him ashore.

It didn't matter. Esnua was fine.

Beathan moved swiftly through the port, already formulating a plan in his mind.

First, he needed a place to hide. Then, he had to reach out to his contacts. There were still a few trusted allies who hadn't been caught. If they could wire him some money, he could survive.

He had to survive. He had to.

With his nerves stretched thin and his gaze fixed ahead, Beathan clung to that single thought as he moved.

But as he made his way forward, he stumbled into someone. In broken local language, he muttered, "Sorry," and tried to slip past.

However, before he could react, a swift kick landed on his chest. He was sent sprawling to the ground.

His eyes darkened with fury as he looked up, and then he locked eyes with a pair of mocking ones.

The person said, "Well, well, Mr. Collins. It's only been a few days. Why do you look so pathetic?"

Beathan's pupils shrank as though he had seen a ghost. "Emelie Hoven?!"

The heat in Esnua was oppressive, and Emelie was dressed according to the weather. A strappy top and a pair of denim shorts highlighted her slender neck and legs respectively. Over this, she wore a parka jacket and a pair of knee-high boots.