Chapter 53:
A Gathering Storm
POV: Nicholas
The night air was thick with the scent of rain, but none had fallen. Not yet. I stepped out of Andrew's estate and let the door close behind me with a soft thud. Silence swallowed me, save for the whisper of the wind and the distant hum of London’s heart still beating.
Mary.
I had underestimated her.
I had underestimated her prowess.
There was something unsettling in the way she had stood there, trembling but unmoved, her voice trembling but certain of what she wants. She didn’t flinch in front of truth or wrath. She carried it instead, wore it like a crown fashioned out of thorns and fire.
"She’s not just some woman," I murmured to myself. "She’s the match that could light the powder, shes the one who could weave this war into the path
