Chapter 32: The King Who Never Loved
The figure stepped from the shattered crystal as if rising from sleep bored him.
He wore black armor edged in silver. No dust touched him. No wound marked him. His face was Adrian’s face—sharper, colder, untouched by grief or mercy.
His eyes swept the Underways.
Then settled on Adrian.
Interesting.
He smiled faintly.
“So this is what survived.”
Elias pointed between them.
“I officially refuse duplicates.”
Selene’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“The Sovereign.”
Lena looked at her. “That’s not a title?”
“It is the first one.”
Adrian stood motionless.
“I buried you.”
The Sovereign considered this.
“Then you buried poorly.”
Cassian dropped to one knee.
“My king.”
The Sovereign did not look at him.
“You mistake reverence for relevanc
