Chapter 82 The Needle, the Throne, the Breath

The needle grazed her skin a heartbeat before Krall’s thumb found the plunger, and Kiera did the only thing her mind allowed her to do in that half‑second window: she went still. Not frozen. Still the way a wire goes still before it snaps.

She held her breath.

The black gas curling down from the ven...

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