Chapter 377

• “Joaquin Latham, remember what you said. Go mad for a lifetime. I wish the newlyweds to grow old together and live till the end.”
• Joaquin Latham fell into a long dream. Zayla Steele was trapped in a sea of fire. Scalding flames licked at her feet. She rolled on the floor in agony, slamming her palms against the floor‑to‑ceiling window.
• Her ten fingers were smeared with blood, and streaks covered the glass. Those were the marks of Zay’s struggle before she died.