Chapter 80
Rivara's pov
The flames flickered, casting golden light over the stone walls as I leaned back in my chair, swirling the wine in my glass. The scent of oak and berries lingered in the air, but my mind was elsewhere. Focused. Calculating.
The fire crackled softly, the only sound filling the room apart from the rhythmic tapping of my fingernail against the rim of my glass. Shadows danced along the stone walls, twisting and curling like the very thoughts in my head.
Varin stood by the desk, arms crossed, watching me with that expectant look. He was waiting, as he always did, for me to speak first. For me to take the pieces we had and shape them into something deadly.
He was patient, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted Draven to fall as much as I did. Maybe even m
