Azaliyah did not move a single millimeter, her posture completely unyielding as she held his glare.
“How interesting,” she said, her voice dripping with an icy, calm sarcasm that carried flawlessly to the back ranks. “And yet, somehow, through all of that agonizing, selfless burden you carry, it always leaves you dressed significantly better than the guards you send to bleed for you.”
A sharp, booming laugh broke loose from the Elias side of the wall, spreading instantly through the village ranks. Camron bent slightly at the waist, his shoulders shaking as he let out a low bark of genuine delight at the verbal strike.
Varos’s prominent jaw flexed again, the muscle twisting under his pale skin.
Misha rested both of her weathered hands atop the iron pommel of her gnarled cane, watching t
