Valkhara
I didn’t return to the suite right away.
Not because I couldn’t.
But because I didn’t know what I’d do if I saw them.
Sevrin. Azric. The bond.
Everything inside me still vibrated with magic. With violence. With blood.
Caelun’s blood still stained my arms, dried beneath my fingernails. My leathers were torn, soaked in the iron stink of a kill I didn’t regret.
Because I didn’t just win.
I dominated.
I didn’t just survive.
I made them watch.
The Council. The nobles. The enemies. The allies. All of them watched as I tore a man apart with my bare hands and declared myself fire-born and unbent. And the worst part?
I liked it.
Power had never fit me so perfectly.
By the time I made it back to the suite, the sky outside had gone a dusky crimson. Twilight bleeding into darkne
