Chapter 65 The Witch and The Debt of a Ghost

Moments later,

[Rina P.O.V]

The night air of the moon-gardens was a lie. Cool velvet hiding jagged edges. A world that wanted me dead.

I'd just seen Alaric off at the Ignis gates. His departure was calculated Elven grace - lingering gaze, hand brushing mine, the silent promise that a Sun Elf's ...

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