Jericho’s POV
The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain that had long since dried. The city glowed with artificial lights and neon signs flickering like restless stars against the dark. I stood outside the gallery, my hands deep in the pockets of my coat, staring at the entrance. For the past hour, I had been watching the soft glow from inside and the way it spilled onto the pavement. I was trying to distract my mind from thinking of how foolish it was to be here. Unnecessary.
But, I still lingered.
I wasn’t sure why I hesitated. Maybe because I had spent too long convincing myself that nothing tied me to this world except for the mission I was bestowed upon King Lucine, like many before me. Maybe I was hoping that no matter the results, I could return to the Valley of the Moo
